Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Straight off the streets of Compton
Dedicated, and by most suckers, hated
But I got something I want you motherfuckers to know
I really don't give a fuck
[Verse 2]
**** ain't shit in the '90s, I don't trust 'em
And bitches on my dick, but they ain't shit, so motherfuck 'em
Eazy know what's up 'cause Eazy really don't give a fuck
It don't concern me if it don't pertain to money or a nut
But then again, I talk to a few of my friends
Nine times outta ten 'bout some ends or some skins
'Cause I'm the type of **** that got to have it like a rabbit
Rapping is my hustle, busting hoes is a habit
I stab it like a true no-good **** should
I do it the way a down O.G. **** would
And now **** know, Eric Wright ain't no buster
Another platinum cut from the Compton thugster, my name is (Eazy-E)
[Verse 3]
Eazy motherfucking E
A real ****
Born and raised in motherfucking Compton
This one's dedicated to you buster-ass ****
You know who you are
Smoke a fat ass joint to this, bitch
[Verse 4]
I don't think I'm all this or that, but I'm all me
Original gangster E-A-Z-Y-E
Down from the jump, now I'm ending with the biz and
Still rolling in my 6-4 on them thizzangs
Doing wicked shit 'cause shit is wicked on the streets
And from what my eyes see, the wickedness will never cease
Bitches on my dick and you know I'm running y'all
So you just sold your soul to the motherfucking Devil's son-in-law
Wicked as can be, Eazy-E got the flow
Leaving the smell of death on the road fo sho
And a ho can't make me or break me
But she can take me to a motel and work the **** spell 'cause I'm (Eazy-E)
[Verse 5]
Yeah, suck on these nuts, motherfuckers
Get with the real and quit faking the funk
And, oh, yeah, stay off my dick
Really though
[Verse 6]
I let my demons loose when I hit the 8-Juice
And I leave a trail of stiff's when I'm high off of spliffs
**** talk shit, so I talk I talk a lotta shit, too
**** wanna diss, fuck them and they whole crew
In fact, ****, thank ya, for stacking a **** bank up
Yeah, I'm living swell, but I'm a gangster like Dresta
No, not the Doctor, physician or the M.D.
Dresta's an O.G., Doctor's a phony
Only the real real stilll can chill with me
And the rest can't fuck with E
'Cause I'm the O.G. that'll burn you down
The Devil's son-in-law, king of the underground
Good to go with the flow that I throw
Giving you more to let a motherfucker know
That I could get wrecked on the set and make it smoke
'Cause you know I ain't a joke, I'm a motherfucking loc, and my name is (Eazy-E)
[Verse 7]
Eazy motherfucking E
But you bitches could just call me E
A real **** from the C.P.T.
Kicking ass and asking questions later
Oh, yeah, don't get smoked, loc
And I'm out, motherfuckers
Written by: Eric Wright