P.S. Phuk U 2

This is Eazy motherfuckin' E

Comin' to you direct from the Penthouse

And we chillin' in this motherfucker

Yo Playa, spit

Break yourself hoes, you're in the presence of his Mackness

Ruthless-Priority's back with another platinum package

For the suckers who thought we wasn't comin' just like this

Kiss my ass and watch a troop straight freak yo' bitch

And get a hoe back with a mack smooth controllin' the mind

And body, still givin' that pussy a party

See busta-ass **** gettin' paid, but it ain't shit though

Yeah you punk motherfuckers doin' low, but yo

Witness a mack, wit' a strong back, attack wit' no pity

Gettin' fat off your bitch's titty

Los Angeles Players of the Penthouse are worldwide

Run but you can't hide, check your girl 'cause I'm sure to slide

Run up in between and get a hoe 'cause she's been asking' for

Don't disrespect us, open up so she'll come back for more

Never underestimate the power of a young troop

Checkin' a fat grip, and ain't on no head trip

With suckers on the nut sack, hangin' from the hairs

And bitches on the dick like my BVD underwear

If a freak ain't jockin' for whatever reason, so what?

I'mma still hit some guts, get a nut, and a proper cut, slut

If you do nothin', say nothin', you'll never be nothin'

And there's a sucker born every motherfuckin' minute

Yo Quik, kick that shit

Now the suckers take a lickin' like a Timex

'Cause I'm a troop, and I'm rollin' like a Rolex

And I'm your host, wit' the most, Mr. Quik, Eazy-E

And the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E with somethin' bumpin' for your stereo

But sucker-ass **** don't hear me though

But funky is the password to make 'em fear me, though

'Cause I'm platinum-bound, with that west coast sound

And if you want to get down, I got 17 rounds

Claimin' you peel caps, **** I pull naps

Of the next of the saps, with that wack-ass cap

Like these South Bronx ****, starvin' like rats

Wit' songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps

How could you figure that a **** like the Quik would show you slack?

I'd rather put a fuckin' shank in yo' back

'Cause I'm the type of **** that'll fuck your moms at gunpoint

Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint

So if you're lookin' in The Source mag and don't see me

It's cause the fuckin' East Coast is the enemy

But I got somethin' that'll serve you right

Nighty night motherfuckers, sleep tight

Here comes another Penthouse Player, steppin' on toes

Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic, and the hoes

Fade 'em my skinhead ****

Now I'm a wolf in sharp clothin', pose and be chosen

I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party, and the hoes and

Rollin' suckers up in a zag like a spliff

Smokin' 'em, like a new pimp cigarette

It's been said that I'mma get fucked

Or get fucked standin' straight up

It's something 'bout yo' face, make me want to slap it

Somethin' 'bout yo' eye, make me want to black it

Call me Earl Shibe, I'll dip you alive

Spraypaint your posse for $99.95

The track stainless, directed at Tweed

Don't confuse me, for ya bitch or ya homey

Yeah I'm talkin' shit, only God can kill me

Your rhymes don't thrill me, suck my sweet dick, Willy

Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million?

I want a bus in ninety-deuce fill in

The P the P the C, pimp or die low

Shake it up baby, it's comin' back dope

I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles

Heart of California, land of the scandalous

Now there you have it, Penthouse, true motherfuckin' players

Kickin' that pimp shit for 9-2

And if you don't like it, fuck you