My Baby'z Mama lyrics



[I'm sittin here writin a song about baby'z mothers who try to

sue the daddies for child support. Even though daddy is takin care

of the baby but the mother's just, you know, scandalous, not

just like this hey]



Fuck my baby'z mama

The bitch got drama

Fuck my baby'z mama

Coz she's the type o' bitch that wanna see me broke

Broker than a joke, bitch stole my role

And every time I see the bitch she needs cash

She make me wanna slap her ass

Triflin bitch always got me in a fit

The low-life-Compton-shoppin-swap-me trick

I wanna kill the ho

then slam her in the trunc of my six fo'

Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow

and now her lawyer's at every show

waitin for me to kick in my dough

But before I go I'm on death row

coz the bitch had too much drama...

FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA !



[CHORUS:]

FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! (7x)

[Trick bitch !]

FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA !



Fuck my baby'z mama

The bitch got drama

And I'm not the one

I should just knock her punk ass out

while I'm in court payin child support

But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel

and he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kill

Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her

coz the bitch is buyin skirts instead of dipers

Beggin so much to hold hands it's startin to look like cuffs

I wish I never fucked

But now it's too late

How much you made ?

Coz accordin to your income

you might have to spend some

time behind bars

Now ya find it hard

Never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this

I can't do another day with Pamela

so I'm a pay ya, Anna

but I just like to say...



[CHORUS]



I think of all the money that I spent on a lawyer

I used to be an employer

but now I'm just an employee filin bankruptcy

But now the punk bitch can't touch me

Huh! I only call her to check up on my daughter

So now she's got a restraining order

Put me to the curb and had the nerve to axks a bower or dime

Bitch, you must be outcha rabid ass mind

Huh! Love for start will take much, you see, the bitch broke me

so now I need a crutch

But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck

about a young nigga that's down on his luck

So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls

and give the bitch back her drawers

So if ya drivin by and ya see her

do me favor, give the bitch the finger

FUCK HER !



[CHORUS]



You biiiiiiiiiitch !!!



[insert:]

Haha, that's fucked up!

Go to hell !

We dedicate this number to you, haha

This one's for youuuu !

This evening's news report: See ya 'round, buddy boy...

[Pow]

New Year's E-Vil lyrics



hahahah 5150,,,,hahahahah tha home for tha sick hahahahah

But I got something I want everybody to know

hahahahahahahaha

Hey buddy boy,hey buddy (pisp)(pisp) buddy boy,hey,

You know who you are mutha fucker.hahahahah

You thought I couldnt do it with out ya right,hahahahahah

You stupid mutha fucka,but anyway,buddy,Im Baaaaaaack

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaah ahahahahahahahaa

EAT A DICK UP MUTHA FUCKA

Niggaz My Height Don't Fight lyrics

Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
"But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?"
No, hoe but you can get my duck sick...

But let me finish my story as I was sayin'
I told you lil locs aint playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
Cant help the travellin' bunches
Now aint that somethin'
Just a case a few niggaz try to trip
Bone-out, put on my skimask
And come back blastin'
Cause niggaz my height don't fight
My name is Eazy-E
You're mothafuckin' right
They must to thought I was a busta
Wearin' your bullet-proof vest
So what's next?
I got my nine fitted up with deadline
And don't let me hit the wetbomb
So watcha wanna do?
The red, white and blue, I got some for you too
Cause it gonna be on when i'm kickin' down my dough
So say hello to my new 44...

I'm a type of nigga...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
I'ma smoke mothafuckaz...
Cause I'm the "E"

So you can kiss my black ass
Fuck the white house, it aint my house
So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care
Cause t-shirts and khakies is all I wear
I'm from the city where they show no pitty
For a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by the LAPD
Key for puttin' in work out my trade
Because the president never simp
One dumb dog to my residents
I'm goin' crazy like 1980
I need my ends, fuck you, pay me
Or I'ma have to get the strap
My nutty O.G. buddy Big Black
I make you shit in your pants
And shake like jelly
So tell off my homie said hello...

I'm a type of nigga...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Like it aint no thang...

You cant check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
The things is much bigger
Than the trigger
So I can show how to put in work:
The Ruthless-network drive-by experts
Straight outta compton kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a change to rust
I warned them and they still approached me
Now I got two more golf-hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that? That's my little friend...

I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Like it aint no thang..

No More 's lyrics

[Female:] We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
[Female:] How are you doing ?
Allright
[Female:] So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?

[Verse One: Eazy-E]

Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all about comin up
Makin sure no punks are runnin up
([Eazy E:] Because I'm a gangster havin fun)
Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton
Terrible, I never listened to my mother
It went in one ear, and out the other
Ran my gang, sold undercover
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala
Rollin, and runnin from the police
Brother don't you know you can't trust a thief
or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal
Leave your car open, gank for your stereo
Hard and raw, no regard for the law
([Female:] Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping?)
Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me
Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I gotta curse
out anybody gettin on my nerves
You get beat, ganked, broke and served
So... you know who I am
and if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn

[Female:] Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent?
Sometimes
[Female:] Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" somebody?

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]

Wait... for some people to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Look then... all the lights are out
Grabbed the door and it's locked, so
easily made my way to the window
Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing
Looked around, and then I climbed in
Once inside, I start takin
Cause you know it's no time for shakin
Get what you gonna get, front and center
or get five years for breakin and enter
Move quickly, but no runnin
Shht, I think somebody's comin
Hear the front door key, and I flee
out the back door with a fist full of jewelry
Over the wall... don't fall
Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call
Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson
So... is there any more questions?

[Female:] Yes, as a matter of fact, there is...
Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up?
You mean a 211?
[Female:] Yeah

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]

There's a store, but don't point
Walk inside, case the joint
One man behind the counter, another in the back
Go out to the car and load the gat
Grabbed the ski mask, here's the task
Go in broke, come out with cash
([Female:] Were you slick?)
Yeah, you gotta be cunnin
Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin
Walked in, said: "This is a robbery"
Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby
Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag
I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags
The man in the back had a camera
so he came out to test his stamina
against Eazy E, but he took one
Fell to the floor, so I ran
back to the bucket, then I said: "Punch it"
Took the gun, and then dumped it
I'm not like Robin Hood, cause I want more
Steal from the rich, hang with the poor
My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me
I feel like nobody is badder than me
([Female:] Is all that true ?)
I don't lie
You see... I'm not mister nice guy

[Female:] Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?
Not exactly
[Female:] And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?

[Outro: Eazy-E]

Bad and bold, you can't get with this
Those that tried, you're on my hit list
Can't be caught, sought or fought
thought, and damn so what?
Down and dirty from the C-P-T
N-W-A and Eazy-E
One more, before we end this session
([Female:] What's your real name?)
No more questions!

Only If You Want It lyrics

[Chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
[x4]

[Eazy-E]
Can I get an eye open up
Eazy locin' up
Smokin' up
Much dust like a nut what
Give it up for the real stuff
Shut the what up
Back the shut up what
Hustler from the hood hoe
Hopin' and mud rub
The finishin' touches
Would sure went rubbers
Comin' in bunches
Could serve like lunches
Hold ya horses here's where the source is
Not very tall but never took a short kid
With a clip to claw
Wouldn't draw Mcgraw
I trick a law before all and all I'm raw
A naughty shorty, sporty with a forty
A laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy
A nasty critter, any hoe hitter
Hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her
Now get up on it, on and on get on it
And I will pump it, only if you want it.

[Chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
[x4]

[Eazy-E]
Here's something from the ding dong cause
I really care how long ya been strong grown
Here comes the switch dome chrome
Couldn't hang with the king
Out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots
My style is just as fresh as a dusch bush
I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder
And if I left that means I should of booger
Here's a new track, for all the jacks
I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back
So I live when I step it's the pimp
And I rep so make a right and get left quick
So try to play strong and long gone
The flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong
Get up on it, on and on get on it
And I will pump it, only if you want it.

[Chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
[x4]

[Treach]
Ooooooh a new jack! a new jack!

[Eazy-E]
Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat
Back back smack, here comes a witty black
Endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why
Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride
Bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat
My homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one
Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride
I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey
So don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey
The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather
I see the smilin' faces of while they sick
Ya know me better, hard Rodney kid
Gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy
Left up in the alley dead
Now get up on it, on and on get on it
And I will pump it, only if you want it.

[Chorus]
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
[x4]

Real Muthaphuckkin G's lyrics

[Intro]

Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton

Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...

[Verse One]

Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper crack
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand
when ya talk about playin me, the same records that ya
makin' is payin me
Motherfuck Dre
Motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the
fuck ya found ya found an anorexic rapper
talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
you're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day
all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's

Yo Dre, what's up? [bang]
Yo Dre, what's up? [bang]

Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then
the Dresta, smoother then a bitch but Dre's a rollin
gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap
you yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look
and the Nigga, and you'll capture the fact, that the bastard is
simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang
and the Mental, of Niggaz in Compton, wattz, and South Central
never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you
claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
to your fuckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so
save the drama jerk, Niggaz straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, i did work, so
many Niggaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes
i got the right to rap about that, but Niggaz like you
i gotta hate ya, i'm tired of Suburbian Niggaz talkin about
they comin from projects
knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets G
think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little fag
tried to sag, but he's gettin flooded at the same time,
and ya set don't accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies
'cuz ya know they don't respect ya, So Nigga please check
nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin Real G's

[Verse Three]

Well, it the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherfucker i'mma bank ya
shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i havta
Dr Dre an Snoop Dogy Dogg are fuckin actors
pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
but this time yer dealin with some real motherfuckers
G's, Nigga please, don't try to step
because if ya do, and i pill cap is all that would be left
see, young Niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin,
claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggaz like ya'll is what i call Wanna be's it aint shit compared
to Real Motherfuckin' G's

funky is this track...
Yo Dre, What's up? [bang]
Yo Dre, what's up? [bang]

I never met an OG who never did shit wrong
ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now Nigga it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honk and shit
both of you bitches, can come and suck my Doggy's dick
beatin a bitch don't make ya shit, but then agian some Niggaz
think it makes a man, Damn it's a trip
how a Nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick
to smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger
but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass Nigga
who ain't worth a food stamp, but at
Deat Row, i hear yer gettin treated like Boot camp
gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer ass
pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to Real motherfuckin G's

Yo Dre, What's up? [bang]
boy ya should have known by now..
Yo Dre (what's up?) [Bang]
Boy ya should have known by now...

Yo Dre (what's up?) [bang]
Boy ya should have known by now, Eazy duz it....

Still Cruisin' lyrics
(feat. The Game)

[Eazy E]

[Eazy E]
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy mutherfuckin E with the crome to ya dome
Cruising in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when i hit that switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackas ,but no haps cuz i pack the tech 9'

1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy mutherfuckin E with the crome to ya dome
Cruisin in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when i hit that switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackas ,but no haps
Cuz i pack the tech 9' plus an ak47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep nigga i dont sleep
Bury mutherfuckers in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in the astro
But i peep you niggaz out in my left window
So i blast and i blast 'til i blast no more
Yo they call a mutherfucker john doe

[chorus 3x]
Old nigga E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64

[Game]
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Pumps in the trunk of that cherry red '64
Im riding with the ghost of Eazy hoppin the leany
He watching for demons
Nigga if you try me then im cocking the nina
Begging lucifer to gimmie a reason
To have a hundred thou. cash brought down to the precinct
Ima make bail money, this rap shit is a monopoly
And i got property, thats get out of jail money
Nigga i came from poverty
Shoot-outs, gang-banging, and robberies
Car-jacking, snatching Mata's impalas
Do that with or without the ... going inside of me
Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body
Im not to be fucked with
Whether im straight out of Compton
Or straight out of Cashville on that Young Buck shit
Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7
'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven.

[chorus 3x]
Old nigga E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64

Tha Muthaphukkin' Real lyrics

[M.C. Ren]
Well it be the real niggaz back
With that hard street shit
Bitch niggaz be pissin a fit
But I say fuck 'em, when I buck 'em
Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit
For your ass takin' niggaz back through the past
All up on my nutz shit be swingin' like a fist
Can't even take a piss
If I did niggaz would cut they wrist
In a muthaphukkin candy 4
Beat that ass with the switch
Then blast on the bitch
Who was all in my shit
Its that nigga Ren back for the 9-5
They say real niggaz was dead
But this nigga be alive
So I'm puttin' it down wit that nigga E uh-huh
For all of my niggaz in the C-P-T
So here we go again with part 3 of the script
Makin bitch made niggaz bite they lip, when we dip
So tell me how the phuck do it feel
Tah get hit wit Tha Muthaphukkin Real

[Chorus]
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop

[Eazy-E]
Now everythings good in my hood
And its on and pop and Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
From East Side South Compton
Str8 givin' up the real
On how a nigga feel talk that shit
Muthaphukkaz caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin how than a muthaphuka niggaz knows whats up
I'm that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin'
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka then
So when I die niggaz bury me
Make sure my shit reads Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
And it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read:
He Put Compton On That Map
And thats how a nigga feel
When I'm givin' up Tha Muthaphukkin Real

[Chorus]
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real

[M.C. Ren]
Niggaz be pissin' on they self
When the real niggaz drop
While they rollin' in they shit
Hittin' corners on the block
Niggaz fresh out the Pen with 2 strikes
Be bumpin' this real shit every phukkin night
It's alright niggaz
It's 2 hard muthphukkaz on tha streetz
It's the nigga M.C. Ren and the Nigga Eazy

[Eazy-E]
Does it ya wish the fuck that you could do it
Got a Nine Millameter don't make me have to shoot it
Who gives a fuck about the police
Cause I'm the main muthphukka that break the peace
Now let me know how the phuck do you feel
Gettin' hit wit Tha Muthaphukkin Real

[Chorus]
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop [x2]

[Eazy-E]
Yeah Keepin' it real for the 9-5
For all you niggaz out there
Thats true to the muthaphukkin game
N.W.A.'s back in this bitch
And busta ass niggaz don't even understand it
Yo yella kick that shit

What would you do lyrics



inside the minds of real g's

death row is looked upon as the studio gansters of the 90's

a joke hahahaha in a gamecalled 5 minutes of fame you wasted

4 mimutes now you got seconds left kick it


come one come all and let me ride nigga

eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure

to be the best on the west hu ya

fool loked down this is east side nigga

south comton and i put it on the map

so when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap

and that comin straight from the ruthless ganster eazy-e

now what would i do haha lets see

now i would take on sugas locked down the row

since dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe

now i'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle

aa god dame now diggidi daze i biggidi blast

on right one and smoke that azz

now kurupt dont even set trip

yellin long beach 60 blood and puppy pound

crip really doe got my nuts on your chin

whill i'm all in your philly hoe

so come with it fool and test your luck and

i'll beat that azz now call me kurupt

now i'm kreepin threw the fog ya

big dogg blue got my nine milla killa

hunting a dogg named snoop

you can run nigga but you can't hide

eazy-e straight creepin on the east side 7

tenlong beach south caught snoop free basin

in a rock house i kicks in da door

i said it befoe i never let no busta test me no more

bang murder was the case that tey gave me

murder waz the case that they gave me



i'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby

murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy

watch your back

yea what would you do

what would you do if we rolled on you

(so dont even think about steppin in the god damn house)

what would you do what would you do if we rolled on you

what would you do what would you do if we rolled on you

what would you do what would you do dirty red



i comes on the snake hittin niggas low

with the cavey ass flow as i kreep through the street

peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know

which one make the best hoe so

let me break it down as i'm lost in the mist

and take word of advice and dont come fucking with this

aint a joke niggas choke frome the smoke that i blaze

purple haze you be dazed in a stun

i'll put you on your back nigga what?

i am the guess in a doggy dogg world

never run with muss only nuts in their click

and dick in your mouth

the year is 95 and i'm runnin the house

now tell what can you do nigga what can you do

if me and a few of my homies came through

dummpin real on you trickmade bitchmade niggas

what could you do what could you do if we rolled on you



yaa so dont even think about stepin in the god damn house

dr. Dre straight busta neva broke a law in his life

besides beating up ricky harris's wife

haha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sportin braids

now he's laid fame no fourtune and getting played not payed

played

treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doin the pimpin daz dont

be a followa be a leader and stay off the nexts mans nuts

kurupt the king ping stick with the 60's

cause you dont need those other hoes cause they're

about to go up in ya but only you let um

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ha

death row really doe

babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh