Black Nigga Killa lyrics

(Chorus X4)

YEAH!

Black niggaaaaaaaaaa

YEAH!

Killa killa killa killa



Black nigga killa hate brought death

Around the block as I holler points bust though the punks back

Raising gang, feel no pain, as I penetrate

Niggas fly deep as I strike a quick pace

I got the evil of a dead nigga trapped in my mind

So my soul is a threat to my mankind

Born to kill I'm wicked by nature

Cause the streets of my neighborhood breath young hell razors

I'm 30 odd 6 with the skill

I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast

Motherfuckers catchin heat

As I bring anger

And release more danger from my chamber

The evil in my blood is possessed

So I creep low from the back slow and puts led in that nigga's flesh

Ain't no hope, every nigga wants to be the nine milla on the trigga

The black nigga killa



(Chorus X4)



Deep from the death as I crept

I can feel his glock in the back of my neck

I'm thinkin to myself “what the fuck” as I pause

I can feel my heart thumpin from my balls

Up against his gun what the fuck could I do?

If I make a wrong move, the nigga might shoot

My pops always warned me when I was comin up

If I play pussy, I'm bound to get fucked

Though bein broke as hell it be drivin me crazy

Hooked up with my niggas start jackin niggas daily

Fat sacks of dirt, to Dayton's, I got em

Slang em dirt cheap cause everything was profit

Now I got his nine on the back of my mind

As I watch my life pass right before my eyes

The shit that I done, is all in my face

Reflections of death as I step with my 38

The black nigga killa



(Chorus X4)



Which bitch made the statement?

About the nigga bustin caps supportin all black Ben Davis

I'm out the doe

My pager's blowin up I check my ghat twice

Cause niggas like to jack on a late night

And as I'm livin like a criminal

I try my best to keep my gang tight and stay away from punk niggas

Strikin down Broadway

I caught some niggas out of bounds from the (pause) upper MLK

Slowly crept from the cut at a quick pace

Ain't no love in my heart all I feel is hate

So 25 with that L might be mando

Cause nigga I'm killin for them gold things with that Zapco

I watch the terror in eyes as he backed up

Ease of the break pop that clutch and watch his chest bust

Wide open as I bounce in the night quicker

From the nine milla trigga

The black nigga killa



(Chorus X10)

Down To Tha Last Roach lyrics

(Dr.Dre: "I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess"

BITCH!!!



Ah, greetings eartlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin'

wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin world

of gettin higher than a motherfucker

Ohh me?  I'm funk on your mind

alias to you motherfucker's roach clip

And this here's my Kimosabe dumpin shit on yo ass

and my nigga goes by the name of BG Ashtray

and we 365, that means we fucked up all the way around

And our motto is..



(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)



Creepn through this cloud of smoke

with a little bit of funk to make ya choke in

Gangstas come feel good inside

as we take you for a ride to another dimension

Deep from a 4-0 O-Z

Two crooked ass niggaz on a cosmic journey

Straight from the planet G

where the real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless

Took a puff of the indo spliff

High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot

Break me off a proper piece so I can get fucked

with my nigga roachclip, BG Ashtray, dump that ash tray

Ruthless family, high as can be

Smoke that ?? psychadelically insane

and gettin higher than a motherfucker



(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)



As I step through the smoke

Deep from a land broke niggaz dont come to

Straight to Indonesia

Chronic fever step off punk we dont need ya

Blaze a blunt to the boogie

and come take a ride on a journey with a real G

life is easily explained on the level

of smokin bud with the motherfuckin Devil in my imagination

Sup with these thoughts what a fly creation

Indo smoke from the land of G'z

Letting them know they can't handle these

Niggaz, straight from the planet Dime

I have come to put funk on your mind

Eazy-E better known as Mr. Roach Clip

so pass the bud cuz we still gettin higher than a motherfucker



(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)



Now I'm real fucked up yes high as hell

Ring ding ding do I hear some bells

or am I just trippin

thinkin about that 4 that I'm dippin

Front, back, side to side

on corners that's how a nigga gotta ride

Dip to the, dip to the back

Bumpin' Eazy-E on 8 track

So blaze up a another skunky, funky, dookie, doobie,

so we can get loogied

Up some more, up, up it go

What's my name "Eazy-E" yo

The motherfuckin bud smokin' loc'n

when I'm high as a kite causing ruckus yeah!

gettin higher than a motherfucker



(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)



(Below is asked to E while music is still playing)



Q: Substance

E. Mar-a-Mutha-Fuckn-Wana

Q. Common slang names

E. Pot, grass, dope, weed, homegrown, sinsemilla,

   Maui-wowie, thai sticks, joints, roaches, indica,

   concentrated rezi called hash or hashish;

   but some niggaz call it bud

Q. Active Ingrediant

E. Tetra Hydro Cannabinol.. THC

Q. Source

E. Cannabis Sativa

Q. Form a callogic classification

E. CNS Depressive Hallucigent

Q. Medical Use

E. Experimental only,oh yeah we still testing...

   and don't forget we still gettin higher than a motherfucker



(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)

Eazy Chapter 8 Verse 10 lyrics

(Alright Go)

This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads

Its time to put some niggaz in check

When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject

Catch'em they get used as evidence

Only when they get brushed for finger prints

You ask Why am I like this?

Cuz you wanna hear about shit like this

So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it

Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting.

Lets recreate a drive by shooting

More brothers in a car blocks away

Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK

They roll thru to a line of nigga's

It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured

Go around tha corner come back real slow

Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn

Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA)

Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom

Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds

3 dead cuz Compton is scanless.

I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen)

daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa

(You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat)

(thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no

it aint

Eazy Duz It lyrics



he was once a dawg from around the way

Eazy, but you should...



Bitch shut the fuck up get the fuck out o' here, yo Dre

sup

give me a funky ass bassline



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

I'mma Break It Down lyrics

[Eazy-E]
My eternal jam is the juice of the radio
takin' out profanity so they can play it though
listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat
going to the record store say ya gonna buy
that the E is connected to the A and the Z ya say Y
so that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits
takin' my time of Eastline to make sure it fit
push play on the instrumental thats recorded
step on stage and I'm suddenly awarded
some sort of track appeared like a plaque
and some hell of a screen from the girls in the back
takin' a bow cause I got style
never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile
yo it's Eazy on top even though I'm short
guarenteed to help when I walk on the court
so get up make some noise for the gangsta clap
gonna tip the laugh I'm not a pranksta
I'm serious Dre my sounds so quit playin' around
cause I'mma break it down

[Eazy-E]
Last time I was takin' my time with this
but other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this
I had to change the tip or make it hyper
but they was rotten, I was gettin' riper
ready to go, like never before
givin' you more because I'm ready to score
Ren is my buddy you can tell I said often
helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin'
curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key
balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim
and I'm locked in, and I made up my mind
and I think I'm gonna rock then
you got beaches chill and I'mma push ya
to freeze after I'll cut ya cause I'mma butcher
and say ya have pricin' and then out ya go
cause a percentage on point bellys are very low
messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt
like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt
I'm not a law man, but I'mma raw man
[M.C. Ren:] "But ya the dopest one I ever saw!"
I keep droppin' it pound for pound
and when I'm on the mic I always throw down
to keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound
so listen cause I'mma break it down

[Eazy-E]
Now look at me and not the poster
and you could see right off I got the most of
the talent, experience or a trade
and complements for the rhyme thats made
talks over today if this one so
pick another artist and dis one
I got the ballet of the chosen vote
cause I don't need water to clear my throat
comin' from the rain the show is like dancin'
nasty like and the girls are like glancin'
wantin' to get wit me this routine
keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean
can ya dis this man I don't think so
once I start writin' the way I let the ink go
comin' out with songs like hit after hit
cause this is legit and yours ain't shit
makin' it sound so dope cause I'm a genius
but your amazed with ya happy to see this
brother go crazy on wax
flowin' away like if I was on a sax
doin' a solo in the shade I'm a spotlight
relax and chill while your up tight
pumpin' up the funky sounds
yo you should know it's kinda persist
that the E is gonna break it down

It's On lyrics

Todays a good day to die! (lady screaming)

Bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yah

Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts

I tell em bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yea

Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts

Ain't nuthin but Eazy baby

He'll smoke two niggas cuz they crazy

Talk a gang of shit but it dont phase me

That punk nigga Dre still pays me



Well if it's on motherfucker then it's on G

Now if it's on motherfucker than its on G

Hey Mister prankster prankster

Story book gangster

Back in 86 you wore pumps and masscara

Down did the motherfuckin wreckin crew bid

But once a bitch always a bitch

And now the fuckin switch

Fag with a steathoscope now you sag

Body slammn bitches makes Dre a bigger man.

Cackies sportin loc's in a G ride

What set you from loc what set you from ride?

Rip Vanwinkle sleepin nigga woke up and became a G

But you still dont impress tha E-Z.

Smoke a little sherm now you call that shit the chronic

Niggas on the West side call it bionic

I make a mill here make a mill there

Fuck a bitch here fuck a bitch there yeeeeah



(Chorus 2X)

*Scratched in* Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin with

[Eazy-E] Well if its on Motherfucker then its on



Old nigga Eazy-E went to the Cuppard

To get Snoop Doggy Dogg a bone motherfucker.

Here's

Another G or should I say a H, a I, a J, a K, a L-M-N-O-P

P for the pussy wussy wuffin nigga broke

As a motherfuckin joke

Talkin about you want to smoke tha E to tha A-Z-Y

Nigga this EAST SIDE Snoop Doggy Doggy Dogg you wanna try

187 on the E that ya sing

But you cling on my balls when I swing my ding-a-ling

Yeah you got more just like a pint of puppy water

First I'm gonna choke ya Then I smoke ya

Then I'm gonna toss ya in the back of my trunk

With the other punk

Smoking Death Row like I smoke a Phillie Blunt

Well if it's on motherfucker than its on G

If it's on motherfucker than it's on G



(Chorus 2X)



Still a nigga,

Once a nigga

Always a nigga

Down from the get go

Never let go

Never flossin

Never slippin

Never trippin

Stickin dick and my balls down your throat doggy listen

Niggaz from the LBC

They never heard of ya G

and Niggas from the CPT aint down with D-R-E

But ya gave it up,

Still like a trooper

Let 'em play ya jam shake ya hand and then they shoot ya

You can fool the people on the east coast an the mid-west

But In LA you still cant pass the test

See I can tell a pussy when I see one

Dre wearing lip stick that mean ya have to be one

You need to change your sex and your occupation

You try to fuck with E nigga Run Run Run

Cause if it's on motherfucker then its on G

Now if its on motherfucker then its on G



(Chorus 4X)

Just Tah Let U Know lyrics

...         [Eazy]       ...     [E]

      ...         [Eazy]       ...     [E]

  [padapapow]     [Eazy]  [padapapow]  [E]

  [padapapow]     [Eazy]  [padapapow]  [E]  (keeps on repeating)



Verse One:



It's that man comin up from that land of tha C-P-T

("What's my motherfuckin name?" - Snoop) Eazy-E

Comin thru with a big lick for '94

Showin alla y'all them true-ass gangsta flows

So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog's in town

and them guts is the only thing a nigga pound

Laid back as I blow a fat sack

Hittin switches for them bitches, hittin corners in a Cadillac

So take a ride on tha ruthless side

with the E to the A-Z-Y

That nigga makin more off yo hits than you do

you fools, need to recognize this crew when I roll through

Tryin to speak up on tha OG, nigga you don't know me

Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be

Cause I peel caps if need be

And ain't nothin you gonna bring don't see me

Just tah let U know...



Chorus: repeat 2X



One more time for the rhyme again

Comin from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N

   Just tah let U know

   Just tah let U know



Verse Two:



It's the E comin up from the gank

so nigga let me ride all the way to the bank

Coz ain't nuthin on my mind but the gips

Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip

Back to the pass on the Compton streetz

Where the niggaz get beat when us gangstas meet

And fools gettin mad coz they can't ride like I ride

Front n back, dippin side to side

And it's been like that since I was a BG

"It's the E," that's what they scream when they see me

Mama said every day is like this

Fools screamin that I put em in a twist

Thought you had it bad, isn't really all good

If the homies only knew in the hood

That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe

It's just a lil something from the E tah let U know...



Chorus



Verse Three:



It's still the C-P-T, nuthin more, nuthin less

On a quest to put that bomb in my chest

Coz them busta-ass niggaz can't see what I'm sayin

They think the E be playin [What ?]

But I ain't givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth

So recognize that and get yo punk ass knocked out

So if you wanna ride nigga jump on in

Sip a cup o' gin. Ain't no friends when it come to ends

So no hard feelings when you niggaz be dealin

with the original Compton criminal

Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps

and ain't no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps

but a nigga like the E ain't trippin though

I'm just here tah let U niggaz know...



[CHORUS]



[Insert:]

You have your own freedom of choice

So you do what the fuck you feel like doin

Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named Eazy E

Merry Muthafucking Xmas lyrics

[Uncle Dolamite]
Come on over hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
[kissing sounds]
Well what you want baby?

[Baby]
Would you tell me a story?

[Uncle Dolamite]
You want me to tell you a story?

[Baby]
Hell yeah!

[Other Baby]
Me too!

[Uncle Dolamite]
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu-

[Mother]
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?

[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa la la la la la la la la
Tis the season to be jolly....

[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[Gun Shots]
Merry muthafuckin' Chrismas and a ho ho ho!
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe
Now dashin' through the snow
In a candy right top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight
So ring them bells, ring them bells
Shes takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to watch her suck my dick this way
Hey ring them bells, ring them bells
Shes takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to nut, while she's suckin' my dick
Oh yay!
Tis the season to get busy
Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick.

[Santa]
Ho ho ho come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me what you want for Chrismas
Ho ho.

[Menajahtwa]
I want a slay ride
A cd player
A fifty rum
?? and I'm gonna cum
A VCR ?? some porno flicks
Rudolph the red nose reindeer
?? like a everlastin' gobstoper
?? poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the nuts oh
?? fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you know whats up
I said heres some candy canes eat'em up
?? bonapatite with a condom in a tree.

[?]
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
Yo wheres ya rhyme tell me buck wheat.

[Buck wheat]
Buck wheat is a waskal
Thats no Chrismas
And all the toys, boys and girls
Fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree so Santa be a sucka
?? when I was young I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be
Good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let america know
That Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years oh just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' Silent Night Carolin' Recietin'
Now all I want for Chrismas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth
Uncle Eazy be the ??
Just spread me a leaf
Little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lye.

[Eazy-E]
On the third day of Chrismas my homeboys gave to me
Three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a A muthafuckin' K bitch.

[?]
Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E.

[Eazy-E]
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws.

[?]
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop.

[Eazy-E]
I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' chrismas caught
Ho ho ho and away I go.

[?]
Oh Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well wheres this ??

[Eazy-E]
Shut the fuck up bitches
And go back to sleep.

[?]
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want a job
?? corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken, and
Chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food
Whos climbin' in my window
Smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
[A lot of mumblin']
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash.

[?]
A rump pa pump pump
A rump pa pump pump

[Every One]
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
And have a fucked up new year [x4]

[Eazy-E]
You Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiitch!!

[Mother]
And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The End

Licking, Sucking, Fucking lyrics

[Girl]
Let me hear it

[Eazy-E]
You want this baby
I want it hot and juicy
And thats the way I like it
You know thats right
You know how to kick it
I mean can I stick it
So you want me to slap it
Flip and rub it down
Alright I want you to turn
Round so I can hit it from the back ok
You like it like that baby
Who's is it, is it mine baby
Can I eat it, I mean can I lick it
Can I stick my tongue all in it
[E and the girl going at it]

[Girl]
Right there uuh

[moaning]

[Girl]
Oh Eric

[Cut Off]

[Eazy-E Speaks]
As I was sayin' before about this other bitch
Thats fuckin' wit this uh Uncle Tom bitch just
Sayin' that he sexual harassed her so what if the
Muthafucka sexually harassed her give a nigga some pussy
Know what I'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it
You know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know
But bitch probably lyin' you know what I mean

Luv 4 Dem Gangsta'z lyrics

(Verse 1)



Aw shit, let's take a trip

Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't step

On a funky-ass track jump back

Strapped with a gat and a sack and a 7-8 flak

Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green

But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing

I hang with OG niggas don't set trip

Or you might get a slug in your fuckin back

I don't slack when it come to street

I kick real g shit to a gangsta beat

It's so sweet, when you got money to spend

I got a cool-ass tilt and a fly-ass Benz

I make ends, spend my dough on no ho

That's how it is, nad that's how it goes

Act like ya know when I creep real slow

Givin love to them niggas that I know is real g's



(Chorus)



If you got love for them gangstas

Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool)

If you got love for them hustlas

Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)

If you got love for them playas

let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)

If you got love for them straight g's

Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!)



(Sample from Eazy-E's "Niggaz My Height Don't Fight")



The Ruthless network, drive-by expert

Straight outta Compton, kickin up dust

The Ruthless network, drive-by expert

Straight outta Compton...



(Verse 2)



Dump dump on a nigga with a quickness

And they got no cure for this sickness

I get paid for the way that I kick this

Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)

A real nigga named Eazy

And I live my life straight crazy

Don't need no punk niggas payin me

And broke groupie-ass bitches don't faze me

I take two step back and release myself

To put platinum-ass cuts on the record shelf

I don't brag, but i tell it like it straight-up is

Before you do a record, nigga, handle your business

And don't get caught slippin on the under

Or you might wonder (what's up with them ends, nigga?)

I call a spade a spade and get paid

G's show the way, so i give love to 'em



(Chorus)



If you got love for them gangstas

Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool)

If you got love for them hustlas

Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)

If you got love for them playas

let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)

If you got love for them straight g's

Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!)



(Verse 3)



E-A-Z-Y, must I

chase the cat and be a dog, a straight-up hog

I leapfrog to the sound of a gangsta beat

So I can hear my shit bumpin on a Compton street

That OG, C-R-I-P and S, G and S

Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya

Straight to the dirt, fool I do work

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

That's how it is when it come to me

Cause I'm the long dick bust-a-nut nigga named Eazy

Bitches can't see me, hos say I'm crazy

But I don't think so, cause I'm just loco

I gives a fuck about a skanless bitch

let me hit it one time if you suck this dick

I don't trip, gives my dough to no ho

That's how it is, but I gives love to ya



(Chorus)



If you got love for them gangstas

Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool)

If you got love for them hustlas

Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)

If you got love for them playas

let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)

If you got love for them straight g's

Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) (x2)