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