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 ask what was it
  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
  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)
  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 '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 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