Eazy-E Album

(Intro:)
Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all the
O.G.'s out there and I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up niggaz, my
nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit nigga
that got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E, yeah

Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up who can it be
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit(Chorus:)

Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there makin' that dolla'
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit what did ya know
Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

Now I'm rollin' hard now under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother!"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is drivin' Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova
Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his Guess
Now he is caught for doing tha crime
For defense on tha boy he'll do some time

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
Instruct him out tha court said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over tah turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

"Kick that shit!" -> Flavor Flav
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*}
Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!"

"Pull up a chair.." -> Rakim {*echoes*}

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -> Eazy
{"Too, much, posse!" -> Flavor Flav}

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
a sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Fuck it up y'all!" -> repeat 6X
{"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -> Beastie Boys}

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -> Flavor Flav
"Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -> Flav

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
and y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}

Album: Eternal E
Song: Eazy-Duz-It

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, mutha fukaz cold knocking the boots
Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villain cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

(Chorus)

Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy-duz-it

I was knocking mutha fukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them mutha fukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)

(Chorus)

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)

Mutha fucking Eazy-duz-it
But how does he do it
Eazy-duz-it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now
Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker mutha fuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

(Chorus)

From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Easy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka




MB2k2

Album: Eternal E
Song: Eazy-Er Said Than Dunn

Yo man I don't think they heard you
why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.


(Eazy-E)
Vesre 1:
My name is Eazy yeah this is true
keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
hardcore yo I could never be soft
askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again
my name is Eazy or just call me E
but It doesn't really matter to me
cause I'm the same person
whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
this is for the radio so I better chill
they won't play it if I co get ill
but I'm like that and thats an actually fact
because the street is where my heart is at
yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
if the rhyme I'm dispayin'
and the beat thats playin'
yo you could try all day
and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
cause Eazy's doin it Compton style
thats the city and you say you could get some
yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.


(Chorus)
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!


(Eazy-E)
Verse 2:
Now it's easy for me to get my point across
so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
and I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama
so pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
with the glare
but you don't need no glasses to stare
it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
with the E on the gangsta tip
so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
cause I'm a destroyer
my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label
to get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
you must be sick or ya lonely
how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me



(MC Ren: What up)
get the gat show 'em where it's at
and that's just the sound
and next time I'm peelin ya cap
to let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn.


(Chorus)
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!


(Eazy-E)
Verse 3:
Radio jams are the part of the cycle
eazy-er said than dunn yeah thats the title
rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
(M.C. Ren: but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come Eazy go
don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped
cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
(gun shots)
now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
now everybody want's to know the A-G-E
girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
had everybody thinkin' I was only 15
the fellaz would annoy me
the ladyz would adore me
and what was I to do
I wishin' nothin' lady's do
cause the ladyz I luv 'em
nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real Eazy cause others be fakin'
tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
sayin' on your records you could get some
yo home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.


(Chorus)
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)

(Chorus)

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)

Mutha fucking Eazy-duz-it
But how does he do it
Eazy-duz-it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now
Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker mutha fuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

(Chorus)

From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Easy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka




MB2k

(Female: We're sitting here with Eazy E)
Believe that
(Female: How are you doing ?)
Allright
(Female: So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?)

Verse One:
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all about comin up
Makin sure no punks are runnin up
Because I'm a gangster havin fun
Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton
Turbo, I never listened to my mother
went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang so undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, Mac Daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six fo' Impala
Rollin', and runnin' from the police
Brother don't you know, you can't judge a thief
or thug, hoodlum or criminal
Leave your car open, gank for your stereo
Hard and raw, no regard for the law
(Female: Eazy-E, were you ever caught slipping ?)
Hell no! Just trippin' off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin' but female dogs to me:
Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I gotta curse
out anybody gettin' on my nerves
You get beat, ganked, broke and served
So... you know who I am
and if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn

(Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent ?)
Sometimes
(Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank"
somebody ?)

Verse Two:
Wait... for some people to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Look then... all the lights are out
Grabbed the door and it's locked, so
easily made my way to the window
Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing
Looked around, and then I climbed in
Once inside, I start takin
Cause you know it's no time for shakin
Get what you gonna get, front and center
or get five years for breakin and enter
Move quickly, but no runnin
Shit, I think somebody's comin
Hear the front door key, and I flee
out the back door with a fist full of jewelry
Off the wall... don't fall
Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call
Gettin' ganked by the E is a lesson
So... is there any more questions?

(Female: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is...
Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up ?)
You mean a 211 ?
(Female: Yeah)

Verse Three:
There's a store, but don't point
Walk inside, case the joint
One man behind the counter, another in the back
Go out to the car and load the gat
Grabbed the ski mask, here's the task:
Go in broke, come out with cash


(Female: Were you slick ?)
Yeah, you gotta be cunning


Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin'
Walked in, said: "This is a robbery"
Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby
Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag
I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags
The man in the back had a camera
so he came out to protect his female
against Eazy-E, but he took one
Fell to the floor, so I ran
back to the bucket, then I said: "Punch it"
Took the gun, and then dumped it
I'm not like Robin Hood, cause I want more
Steal from the rich, hang with the poor
My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me
I feel like nobody is bidder than me

(Female: Is all that true ?)
I don't lie
You see... I'm not mister nice guy
(Female: Oh, so you're not exactly a role model ?)
Not exactly
(Female: And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself ?)

Outro:
Bad and bold, you can't get with this
Those that tried, you're on my hit list
Can't be caught, sought or fought
thought, and damn so
Down and dirty from the C-P-T
N-W-A and Eazy-E
One more, before we end this session


(Female: What's your real name ?)
No more questions !

Album: Eternal E
Song:We Want Eazy

Hey yo Ren, lets do this...
People from everywhere gather around
checkin out the sound, that Eazy is throwin down
with some help from Ren and Dre
makin away, with dope style
yo Eazy, what you gotta say
A miracle of modern creation
Eazy-E is on the set hyped up with the base
and a little bit of what you love
from a brother who is smooth like a criminal
I mean subliminal
other wise known as a villain
because I'm ruthless, when I spy the sucka
I kill him, but most I think
know not to deal with me, yo it obvious
tell me who ya came to see
Girl: Eazy, hey Eazy...why you were you pants like that?
Eazy-E: I wear my pants like this...for eazy access, baby...
yeah thats right
Ice Cube: Yo home boy, where we takin this down to?
Compton
Ice Cube: Where?
Compton
Ice Cube: Allright...


(yo Eazy, kick another verse)
yeah, cuz this is the way I know U like it
so I wont strike it, I took it and I hyped it
and now when its done, I know your pleased
and how the E just does it with ease..
just imagine a crowd screamin'
a girl dreamin', just to get a picture of me and
my B-O-Y-Z from the H-double O-D
N.W.A down with me
strong and I'm ragin
turn the page and
see I'm not a son of a gun
I'm a gauge n'
nuthin can avoid this shot cause its hittin
its all cool when you touch it I'm admitting
I'm commin off, raw into your speaker
makin the suckas on tha streetz feel weaker
but most I think, know not to deal with me
yo, it obvious, tell 'em who you came to see...
Man: Your werent born in no 73, why you be lyin about your age?
E: Man, why you gotta bring that up, yo, get this fool out of here.
Man: Yo, why are you always cursin your records?
E: Man, who are you? Jean Audrey or something? I just do that to
get my panties drop...now I wanna know who you came to see...
aww, never, I'm just to clever
so in fact that, no one can ever
I blow from a maniac and yo
I make it clear, sold out register is all I hear
money over turn, then I jet, to make another hit
for you to go and get, record stores sold out
because U love it, another example of how Eazy-

Album: Eternal E
Song: Nobody Move


Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
Believe that, boy
You're strapped ?
Yeah, you know it
Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out
Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves

Verse 1:
This is a stick-up, everybody get face down
Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
Tie'em up for the fact that I'm kickin' ass
I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out
This ain't personal, but now I'm about
to commit a crime and go thru with it
You know what, no need for shakin' because I'm used to it
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ole ass man
Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
so me and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see
and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin' the shit
and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and loads, and a ruthless shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and bum rush a fool to the dirt
So...

Chorus:
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt (4x)

Allright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin' head off

Verse 2:
Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin' floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
takin' all you stupid motherfuckers' money
Peepin' at a bitch cause my dick's on hard
Laughin' at the dumb ass security guard
who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd
But back to the bitches I'm peepin'
and then untie the ho, so I can start (?briefin')
Took her to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw
I said, "Damn", then the air got thinner
Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
The suspense was makin' me sick
She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
I said, "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand
What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man
Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
because this is one faggot that I had to hurt
So...

Chorus:

I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and I shoot

Verse 3:
Stackin' up the money and there's more to collect
cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks
Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
[MC Ren: Three motherfuckin' police starin' at me
What to do now ?]
Hurry up and get on
Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin' alarm ?
I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
or else five o' ya bitches are comin' with me
[Police: Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in]
Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot
and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
We're sendin' out the hostages, all except five
and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a 'copter, so we can get away clean
and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
but I smoked his ass before he got to the door
[Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!]
[MC Ren: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run
now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun]
[Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
or else the tear gas is about to blast]
I ran to the back and Ren followed behind
to a hell of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin'
with screamin' hostages, runnin' and chokin'
Gettin' away, but I was suddenly stopped
at point blank range, by a motherfuckin' cop
And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
cause a nigga like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So...Y'all know what time it is...

Chorus:

Police: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or
I'm gonna shoot two of your guards

Album: Eternal E
Song:Radio

(DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is this ?)
(Caller1: Yo, what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson)
(Caller1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record)
(DJ: What's it called man ?)
(Caller1: Yo, it's called "Radio")
(DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is)

Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio
with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo
Release some rhymes that you will find demandin'
with Dre's beats that are so out standin'
I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean
Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene
On the radio the greatest of all times
like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes
So tune your station, and clear all the static
and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it
in me, to be easy about the situation
So just kick it and listen to the station
playin' my music, it's hard to lose it
It's constantly on request cause you choose it
I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong
(and your radio's def when my record's on LL Cool J)

(chorus)
(You wanna know why...because...
I'm on the...
Radio (echo)


(Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in
ya system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio
takin' calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin']

(ring)
Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name ?
(Caller2: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone
number ?)
Yes, it's 9-7-5...
(click)

Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise
and rock the party and shock all the B-boys
Take on my radio from phono to tuner
I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner
Now I move my antenna to the center
then grab a hold of the handle and
then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it
Am I lyin', Ren ? (MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty)
Your request is clear, that you're givin'
Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin'
with me on a top 10, or a mix show
So hit your power button, and let's go
on vacation, with your station
that's playin' live in every location
Blowin' out ya speaker
it won't get weaker
I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek
And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y
It's on the air, but you axe why
I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin'
I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin'
to get busy; I don't quit it
and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it
Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands
It's Eazy E on the air rockin' without a band
(chorus)

(DJ: You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to
join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my
homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse.
Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E...
with more...radio)

Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation
hittin' number one spots across the nation
I'm on the charts, you can go list'em
but now listen, I'm on your system
AM or FM, I'm in power
You hear my music once every hour
So listen up to the rhyme and percussion
but do this with no discussion
Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin'
Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason
With no profanity, but what can I say
Yo Dre (Dr.Dre: What up ?) Do it your way
On the radio you get more looser
Take my word you're a dope producer
We combine to put out hits
but jealous people, they just have fits
cause we get airplay, but we're not thru
Dre, am I serious ? [Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you
Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you !
People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin
On the air, I don't be playin'
Just gettin' my point across to the public
Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject
I can play (rock), but I prefer (hip hop)
It's Eazy E on your radio non stop !

(chorus)

(MC Ren: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just
like TNT. Yo, what's the time ?)
(Caller3: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get
paid, motha...)
(plop)
(Dr.Dre: You got ganked...)
Hello, you're on the air. What's up ?
(Caller4: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed)
(DJ Speed: Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up ?)
Girls: The joke's on you, Jack ! Hahaha !)
(Dr.Dre: Hello, you're on the air)
(Caller5: Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle)
(Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?
(Caller6: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio")
(Dr.Dre:Man, you're late. The record is already on...)

Album: Eternal E
Song: Only If You Want It


(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)

(Eazy-E)
Can I get an eye open up
Eazy locin' up
Smokin' up
Much dust like a nut what
ive it up for the real stuff
shut the what up
back the shut up what
hustler from the hood hoe
hopin' and mud rub
the finishin' touches
would sure went rubbers
comin' in bunches
could serve like lunches
hold ya horses here's where the source is
not very tall but never took a short kid
with a clip to claw
wouldn't draw Mcgraw
I trick a law before all and all I'm raw
a naughty shorty, sporty with a forty
a laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy
a nasty critter, any hoe hitter
hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her
now get up on it, on and on get on it
and I will pump it, only if you want it.

(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)

(Eazy-E)
Here's something from the ding dong cause
I really care how long ya been strong grown
here comes the switch dome chrome
couldn't hang with the king
out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots
my style is just as fresh as a dusch bush
I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder
and if I left that means I should of booger
here's a new track, for all the jacks
I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back
so I live when I step it's the pimp
and I rep so make a right and get left quick
so try to play strong and long gone
the flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong
get up on it, on and on get on it
and I will pump it, only if you want it.

(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)

(Treach)
ooooooh a new jack! a new jack!

(Eazy-E)
Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat
back back smack, here comes a witty black
endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why
Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride
bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat
my homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one
duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride
I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey
so don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey
the only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather
I see the smilin' faces of while they sick
ya know me better, hard Rodney kid
gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy
left up in the alley dead
now get up on it, on and on get on it
and I will pump it, only if you want it.

(Chorus)
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
(x4)

Album: Eternal E
Song: Neighborhood Sniper


(Eazy-E)
First up high on a roof top
Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts
A black hood covers my face
and death flows through my mind at it's own pace
Sometimes I feel like a super hero
Urgin' to free my kind
I'm so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
Now I'm back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
My minds still fumblin' with the present slavery
I'm here to save you but who's to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here's the deal
After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed
So it's the shots that sing out like a piper
Everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)

(Eazy-E)
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
and simply scared the bitch boo
Being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts
Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
His bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
Now the rumors rare
Now there's nothing left but a snitch
Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish
One *Shot* two *Shot* three strikes your out
This nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window
I made my escape the cops chase
Duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face
The boy had to pay the piper
So they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)

(Eazy-E)
I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission
Killin' all fools as an addiction
As a E lovin' the game leavin a shame
and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain
Because my heart is cold as I was told
and my A.K.47 I stand bold
Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot
Pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
Lovin' the site as the blood spill
Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm
and never hyper as I succeed in my mission
I be a neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)

Album: Eternal E
Song: I'd Rather Fuck You

Aaaah, this is one of them songs
you can kick back and smoke a joint to
And get real fucked up
I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there
Oh me? I'm Eazy E, alias a Hoe Taming Motherfucker
And I want all you ladies to know something

Verse 1:
I'd rather fuck with you all goddamn night,
cause your pussy's good
Now I'm fucking al your friends,
cause you ran your mouth like I knew you would
You were bragging to your friends,
saying Eazy E knows how to fuck
So bring your ass in here and give me some,
so I can bust a nut

Chorus:
I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck you) 2x

Verse 2:
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause I like the way you scream my name
I know you like this dick,
cause you enjoy the pleasure and pain
Now I'm riding on this pussy here,
and I'm gonna stiop
We can do it doggystyle,
and you can get on top

Chorus

Whoo boy, I'd rather fuck you, yeah
Ineed you baby, whoo, I'd rather fuck you
I'd rather fuck with you

Verse 3:
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause the other bitches wanna wine and dine
I better hurry up and bust a nut,
cause it's check out time,
She said she wanted me to eat the pussy,
well I think I'll pass
So get your ass up you funky bitch,
and wash your ass

Chorus fades

" Yo Dre man i took this bi*** out to the movies and shit man we kissing and grinding and shit so we hopped in the backseat you know man this bi*** rubbing all on my dick and fronting like she gonna give me the pussy man and the bi*** said three words stop, no and dont i said bi***"

You dont have to front on me dear,( dont front on me) so why dont you just give that pussy here(just give me the pussy) if you be good to me ohh ill be good to you and we can both ride home in my automobile.

All that i want is a little puss(thats all he wants, i know he wants something else) all that i want is a little head( just a little bit). you be good to me ohh ill be good to you and we can both ride home in my automobile.

"man you know how i be telling hoes to be at my afterpartys after the show and shit.take the bi***es to the hotel room they be in the room they wont give the pussy"

You don't have to front on me bi***,(dont front on me) dont be afarid its only a dick. Give up the pussy soon all i want is a little womb or get your groupie ass out my hotel room. or get your groupie ass out my hotel room.(doo doo doo give up the pussy get out get out get out get out get out all that i want is the pussy all i want is the pussy all i want is the pussy....)

Album: Eternal E
Song: Niggaz My Height Don't Fight


Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
"But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?"
No, hoe but you can get my duz-ick
But let me finish my story as I was sayin'
I told you lil locs aint playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
Cant help the travellin' bunches
Now aint that somethin'
Just a case a few niggaz try to trip
Bone-out, put on my ski mask
And come back blastin'
Cause niggaz my height don't fight
My name is Eazy-E
You're mothafuckin' right
They must to thought I was a busta
Wearin' your bullet-proof vest
So what's next?
I got my nine fitted up with deadline
And don't let me hit the wetbomb
So watcha wanna do?
The red, white and blue, I got some for you too
Cause it gonna be on when i'm kickin' down my dough
So say hello to my new 44...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
I'ma smoke mothafuckaz...
Cause I'm the "E"
So you can kiss my black ass
Fuck the white house, it aint my house
So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care
Cause t-shirts and khakies is all I wear
I'm from the city where they show no pitty
For a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by the LAPD
Key for puttin' in work out my trade
Because the president never simp
One dumb dog to my residents
I'm goin' crazy like 1980
I need my ends, fuck you, pay me
Or I'ma have to get the strap
My nutty O.G. buddy Big Black
I make you shit in your pants
And shake like jelly
So tell off my homie said hello...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Like it aint no thang...
You cant check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
The things is much bigger
Than the trigger
So I can show how to put in work:
The Ruthless-network drive-by experts
Straight outta compton kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a change to rust
I warned them and they still approached me
Now I got two more golf-hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that? That's my little friend...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Like it aint no thang...

Eazy-E)
Now I'mma Break it down and tell a story
About a nigga in the wrong territory
Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet
He made a right turn down the wrong street
Now whatta whatta whatta whatta pitty
A new jack in my muthafuckin' city

(Dr. Dre)
Compton that is
They say it's niggaz pimpin'
Gangsta limpin'

(Eazy-E)
But back back to the nitty gritty
Bout this nigga slippin' in my fuckin' city
By the time that he realized that he fucked up
The stupid muthafucka got a foot in his ass
Now this is how the story goes
Don't you ever bring your ass
In my neiborhood fuckin' my hoes
Cause they my hoes and I knows
When they've been fucked


"Who's ready to get up and do my thang!"
"Doin' it you know!"

(Eazy-E)
Now lets get the story about the bitches
and tell how this kid went from right to riches
Now he's drivin' fancy cars gettin' bitches galore
He was a dirty little boy that I knew next door

(Dr. Dre impersonating Mack Romey)
Mack the muthafuckin' Romey
The one and only my dicks to hard to be lonely

(Eazy-E)
Now this muthafucka braggin' on how
He got all this and that and he got
All these bitches callin' him Big Daddy
Ain't that a bitch how this muthafucka
Get rich on my muthafuckin' street
Thats supposed to be my god damn money
and this bastard is use to wear platform
Shoes plad pants and nappy ass hat under
A fucked up hat now lets kick the story
About that

(Eazy-E)
When the sun falls
and the shit falls down
So when people start comin' around
Knockin' at the door sayin' we want more
and moms wonderin' what the fuck they here for
Rock cocaine yea just as I figured
But he can do that cause he's that nigga
From Eazy Street on the road to riches
money, cars, houses, and hoes thats how the
Story goes and if the nigga stays up you
Know he can't be beat all this shit happens
on Eazy Street

(Eazy-E)
Now back to the story about the bitches

(Dr. Dre)
About the what!

(Eazy-E)
The bitches, the bitches, the bitches yo
The bitches that wanna get with me
The E, the A, the Z, the Y, the E
So whats up bitch you wanna play
Yo why don't you kiss whats behind the button display
my dick gets

(Dr. Dre)
Hiiiiiiiiiiigh up

(Eazy-E)
Like Ballpark Franks baby
Plump when you cook 'em
You know what I mean
my dick gets

(Dr. Dre)
Hiiiiiiiiiiigh up

(Eazy-E)
Higher than a muthafucka

(Dr. Dre)
Shit thats sure enough funky right there
Yo E kick some knowledge man explain to 'em
What you mean

(Eazy-E)
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh

(Dr. Dre)
Shit don't find the phillie baby
Let it all hang out

(Eazy-E)
I feel it comin' (I feel it comin')
It's comin' out (it's comin' out)

(Dr. Dre)
Kick it one more time

(Eazy-E)
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh

(Eazy-E)
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh

(Dr. Dre)
Oh yeah E give me a solo

(Eazy-E)
It all happens on Eazy Street
You stupid muthafucka!

[Eazy-E]
Hey yo Dr. here's another proper track and it's phat Watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let the real shit provoke See you's a wanna be loc and you get smoked and I hope that your Fans understand when you talk about preyin' me The same records that your makin' is payin' me Muthafuck Dre, Muthafuck Snoop, Muthafuck Death Row Yo and here comes my left blow 'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season To let the real Muthaphuckkin G's in You're like a kid you find the poop when you open up your diaper But tell me where the fuck you find that anorexic rapper Talkin' about who you go squabble with and who you shoot You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
[Gangsta Dresta] Damn E they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only make Eazy's payday All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G-Thang But on his old album covers he was a she thang. So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to these Muthaphuckkin Real G's

[Gangsta Dresta]
Every day it's a new rapper Claimin' to be deffer than the Dresta Smoother than a bitch, but betray the role of gangster Ain't broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knives Just take a good look at the Nigga and you'll capture the fact that The bastard is simply just an actor Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental Of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central Never ever once have ya ran with the turf But yet in every verse claim ya used to do the dirf But tell me who's a witness to ya fuckin' work See ya never had no business so save the drama jerk Niggas straight kill me knowin' that they pranksters This is goin' out to you studio gangsters See I did dirf but did work and many niggas can vouch that So since I've got stripes I got the right to rap about that But niggas like you, I kinda hate ya Cause I'm just tired of so many niggas Claiming that they come from projects Knowin' you ain't seen no parts of the streets G Think ya started trying to bang a rap While ya tryin' to sign a peace treaty Wearing khakis and mime while you rhyme Little fag try to sag, but ya floodin' at the same time And ya set don't accept ya Scared to kick it with your homies Cause ya know they don't respect ya So nigga please check nuts before you step to these Muthaphuckkin Real G's

[B.G. Knocc Out]
Well, It's the Knock out, definition original baby gangsta I'll punch me like you hard muthafucka I'm a bank ya Shank ya with my fuckin' shank if I hafta Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin' actors Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters But this time you're dealing with some real muthafuckas G's, nigga please, don't try to step cause if you do Then a pink cap is all that would be left See young niggas like me will break you of something Claiming my city but Dre you ain't from Compton Niggas like ya'll is what I call wannabes And ain't shit compared to Real Muthaphuckkin G's

[Eazy-E]
I never met an OG who never did shit wrong Ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now nigga it's on You and your Doggy Dogg think that you're hogging shit Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy dick Beatin' up a bitch don't make you shit, But then again some niggas think it makes a man. . . Damn It's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick From wearing lipstick to smoking on chronic at picnics And now ya think your bigger But to me you ain't nothin' but a bitch ass nigga That ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row I hear you're getting treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions, Or get your ass popped with the Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the Eaze Stay in your place and don't step to REAL MUTHAPHUCKKIN G'S Boy you should've know by now, Eazy duz it

Eazy-E]
Hey Yella
kick that shit
199-muthaphukkin-E
the muthaphukkin year
of the real muthphukkin' G's
and we gonna do this shit like this...

[Gangsta Dresta]
Nigga eva deadly
ya just don't know who ya fuckin' wit
so I suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch
before I get my gat ya pressure case
Blast, blast I leave my gang rag layin' on ya face
I tattoe Dre name on my chest
cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh
and you won't see R.I.P.
you'll see P.N.D.
a Punk nigga deceased yeah
and the bitch that was yours will be mine buddy
all because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty
and I had to make an example
nigga thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample
of a nigga with street wise reality
that don't give a fuck type Compton mentality
I stare back death right in the face
contemplate my last day on and everyday base
cause a nigga neva know when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
cause I don't wanna die slow
my funeral will be full of my peers
people that neva gave a fuck about me droppin'
threw me tears
I hope I'm in the casket face down
so all you muthaphukkaz can kiss my black ass now
and fuck all that cryin' all night
just be happy that I'm rid of this fucked up life
Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me
I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless Phuckin Family.

[Eazy-E]
Out wit the old in with the muthaphukkin new
but check dis shit out I got somebody for ya bitch....
muthaphukka

[Sylk]
Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak
check dat ass last weak
you off the chronic and you tweak
speak when I feel
cause I'm as real as they come
I'm a bitch with a gun
neva run ain't for none
so step, step up
if ya wanna test ya luck trick
Sister like Sylk
don't really giva a fuck bitch
punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody
I make ya self break ya self bitch you neva new me
yours truly no longer layin' in the cut
steady phuckin' shit up
neva see me shakin' my butt I strut
like a gangsta bitch no not a pranksta bitch
I'm quick to gank a bitch trick
peep game at this bitch as I shoot this
gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da Ruthless.

[B.G. Knocc Out]
The R-U-T-H-L-E double S
yo it's the nigga knocc out
claim the block so nigga whats next
try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mac truck
I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky shit to make a quick phat buck
I'm doggin' a dog you suckaz can't talk bout tip flip I rip shit
I'm stressin' "Damn cuz", "Pick it back up"
Chillin up in the studio
with the Ruthless Family
fuck the Death Row Posse
yo them fools cannot handle me
Snoop and Andre ya come and try to fade the
Loc'ed out, Compton, Original Baby Gangsta
1-8-7's how we do it on the West
ya say ya shit is Chronic but to me it's more like stress
or should I say make my shit the stronic
Tha Dogg Pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog
D-O-T-K-N-O-Double-C-O-U-T so muthaphukka come and phuck wit me.

"Come On", "Come On"
"This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family ya still in effect"(x3)
"This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family" "Kick That Shit"

[Eazy-E]
Jealousy is a muthaphukka when your the man
with the other hand I don't give a shit
clock a grip like no other can
wanna be like me be a G like me
but I'm the nigga that made a G
outta the bitch D-R Eazy
I was the captain
Dre was my sidekick
everything was cool
till he wanted to get what I get
any other real G Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
now claimin' you a G
how does it feel to be me

[No lyrics]