Eazy-e lyrics
Eazy-e lyrics
"Eazy-Duz-It lyrics"
Drivin' lyrics
Where were you I thought that I knew What could I do But think about you
Where were you I thought that I knew What could I do But think about you
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, muthafukas 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 villian 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 fuk, I make you as
Greased Lightnin' lyrics
Why this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning) We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads oh yeah (Keep talking whoa keep talking) A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah (I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money) With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
k what was itWhy this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning) We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads oh yeah (Keep talking whoa keep talking) A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah (I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money) With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
I was knocking muthafukas 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 muthafukas, 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
Fashion Party lyrics
Tonight we're gonna have a good time Oh we're really gonna have a good time Tonight we're gonna have a good time Oh we're really gonna have a good time Confess you look at her Confess you'd like to be with her Confess you look at her Confess you'd like to be with her Confess! Confess you look at her Baby, Blue-eyed Connie Walker Is a fashion model You'll lose her You'll lose her Blue-ey
He shot [gunshots], I shot [gunshots]Tonight we're gonna have a good time Oh we're really gonna have a good time Tonight we're gonna have a good time Oh we're really gonna have a good time Confess you look at her Confess you'd like to be with her Confess you look at her Confess you'd like to be with her Confess! Confess you look at her Baby, Blue-eyed Connie Walker Is a fashion model You'll lose her You'll lose her Blue-ey
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)
[Chorus]
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking 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 muthafuka
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 'ca
Afraid Of Being Wrong lyrics
Don't speak unless spoken toand then you don't say muchyou think you're so self-righteousbut your mind is out of touchYou're afraid you're afraid of being wrongalways be the passive one and go alongyou're afraid you're afraid to speak your mindthat's not for me, not for me, not for meLiving in a crystal mazeFucked, you can't get outnever be the agitatorunless you know what it's all about
use I was down for mineDon't speak unless spoken toand then you don't say muchyou think you're so self-righteousbut your mind is out of touchYou're afraid you're afraid of being wrongalways be the passive one and go alongyou're afraid you're afraid to speak your mindthat's not for me, not for me, not for meLiving in a crystal mazeFucked, you can't get outnever be the agitatorunless you know what it's all about
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 baliff 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 creeped 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
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
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