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  • Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
    *****, step back and don't try to jack
    But Mister
    ****man, ****man, 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 ****** try to trip
    Bone-out, put on my skimask
    And come back blastin''
    Cause ****** my height don't fight
    My name is
    Eazy E, you're motha****in' right
    They must to thought
    I was a busta
    You're wearin' your bullet proof vest, so what's next?
    I got my nine fitted up with
    TeflonAnd don't let me hit the wet bomb
    So watcha wanna do?
    The red, white and blue,
    I got something for you too'
    Cause it gon' 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
    I'm a type of ***** 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 ass
    **** the White
    House, it ain't my house
    So, you can burn the motha****a down for all
    I care'Cause
    T-shirts and khakis is all
    I wearI'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 and leave his ass for the rats
    And let me hit that
    Cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
    Warrant by the
    L A P D K for puttin' in work out my trade
    Because the
    President never simp, one damn 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 BlackI make you **** in your pants and shake like
    JelloSo, tell all my homie
    I said, “Hello”
    I'm a type of ***** that smoke motha****az
    I'm a type of ***** that smoke motha****az
    I don't give a ****, smoke motha****az
    Smoke motha****az like it ain't 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 ***** like you
    The things is hard as much bigger than a 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
  • Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
    *****, step back and don't try to jack
    But Mister
    ****man, ****man, 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 ****** try to trip
    Bone-out, put on my skimask
    And come back blastin''
    Cause ****** my height don't fight
    My name is
    Eazy E, you're motha****in' right
    They must to thought
    I was a busta
    You're wearin' your bullet proof vest, so what's next?
    I got my nine fitted up with
    TeflonAnd don't let me hit the wet bomb
    So watcha wanna do?
    The red, white and blue,
    I got something for you too'
    Cause it gon' 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
    I'm a type of ***** 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 ass
    **** the White
    House, it ain't my house
    So, you can burn the motha****a down for all
    I care'Cause
    T-shirts and khakis is all
    I wearI'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 and leave his ass for the rats
    And let me hit that
    Cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
    Warrant by the
    L A P D K for puttin' in work out my trade
    Because the
    President never simp, one damn 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 BlackI make you **** in your pants and shake like
    JelloSo, tell all my homie
    I said, “Hello”
    I'm a type of ***** that smoke motha****az
    I'm a type of ***** that smoke motha****az
    I don't give a ****, smoke motha****az
    Smoke motha****az like it ain't 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 ***** like you
    The things is hard as much bigger than a 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