Artist: Eazy-E Lyrics
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Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that *****, 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 ain't playin' Gotta roll with the bunches can't help the travellin' bunches Now ain't that somethin' Just a case a few *****z try to trip Bone-out, put on my skimask And come back blastin' Cause *****z my height don't fight My name is Eazy-E You're motha****in' 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 want to 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 *****... That smokes motha****az... That smokes motha****az... I don't give a **** ****... Smoke motha****az... I'ma smoke motha****az... Cause I'm the "E" So you can kiss my black *** **** the white house, it ain't my house So you can burn the motha****a 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 *** mark in the park Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes Take his gat, leave his *** 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, **** you, pay me Or I'ma have to get the strap My nutty O.G. buddy Big Black I make you **** in your pants And shake like jelly So tell off my homie said hello... I'm a type of *****... That smoke motha****az... That smoke motha****az... I don't give a ****... Smoke motha****az... Smoke motha****az... Like it ain't no thang... You can't check a checker But when you want to try let me know I got the strecher on stand-by Starvin' for a ***** 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 ****... I don't give a ****... I don't give a **** **** **** **** ****... I don't give a ****... I don't give a ****... Smoke motha****az... Like it ain't no thang...
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