I looked him straight in the eye and said what's upĪnd said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck Well by now you should know it was just my luck I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Now my only phone call was in the ganking zoneĪll the things I did for her like keeping her rich The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Got to the station about a quarter of nineĬall my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my houseĬaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
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He used to have a house car and golden ringsīut the cooky cooky crack took all those things He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker Straight out the box from the gangsta category Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) He shot, I shot As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo' Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the boxīut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocksĪ dice game started so I said what the fuk Stick my head out the window and I say what's up Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was itīoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it Never leave the pad without packing a gun The money that I make so I can add to my richesįill my stash box and start rubbing my gatįeeling good as hell because my pockets are fatĪ hardcore villian cold roaming the streetsĪnd wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstoreĪnd if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster Wit my super duper group coming out to shootĮazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots Dre in his prime, these include the minimalist funk of proto-gangsta jams "Boyz-N-The-Hood" and "8 Ball," the party anthem "We Want Eazy," cinematic robbery caper "Nobody Move," and the Bootsy Collins redux "I'd Rather F**k You." The last few tracks from later in his career are less essential, but overall this is an excellent collection documenting one of the most unique and charismatic MCs to ever touch a microphone.You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more Gangsta Memorial Edition features all of Eazy's signature hits, drawing primarily on his classic first solo album Eazy-Duz-It as well as several gems from the N.W.A discography. Unfortunately, in death, he does not get the eternal respect directed towards Tupac and Biggie (neither of whom would have had careers without Eazy creating that lane), perhaps because he died of AIDS instead of senseless gun violence. Despite his role as the butt of Dre and Snoop's jokes on The Chronic, Eazy-E is without question one of the most important pioneers in rap music, bringing together N.W.A, founding Ruthless Records, and introducing gangsta rap to the world.
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