Eazy Duz It (radio Edit) Lyrics

Eazy Duz It (radio Edit) lyrics

Well I`m Eazy-E, I got women galore
You may have a lot of women but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, homegirls, 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 got it like that
And if a sucker talks thrash, I give him a smack
8 ball sipping, the women are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bit*hes
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
Always got the nuckleheads on the run
Hit me like that, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

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

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing it up
Stick my head out the window and I say what`s up
To the homies on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that`s an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I pulled out a buck
Then I put my car in park so I could try my luck
Hard to roll wit my girl jocking 24-7
Rolled one time, ate `em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo`
Was cleaning up fast and was itching for mo`
Laughing in their faces cause the boy was too quick
Then one fool got jealous, said you`re making me sick
He acted really stupid, I knew he wouldn`t last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He went damn, then I went money gone
As you can see, I cold broke his (ha ha)

Chorus

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
I said 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 named Tucker
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 fool on the block and cold knock the boy out
Now I wanted for assault that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn`t it
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my girl to get me out `cause I was down for mine
The girl 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 on top
I swear when I get out, It`s gonna have to stop
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 I`m feeling good
I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood
Pulled her by the hair and it was all because
I had to show the girl what time it was

Chorus

From around the way, born in `73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It`s `88 now, `73`s obselete
Boy wit a serious attitude and 100% street
Yea (ha ha ha)