Eazy Duz It

[dr. dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo eazy! (yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit

[eazy-e]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that i had to be in compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as i thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then i let the alpine play
Bumpin new shit by nwa
It was "gangsta gangsta" at the top of the list
Then i played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh el camino rolled, kilo g
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin that gta

*chorus*

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz i ain't sayin shit

[eazy-e]
Down on b's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man jb is on freebase
The boy jb was a friend of mine
Til i caught him in my car tryin to steal my alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, la times first page

*chorus*

[eazy-e]
Bored as hell and i wanna get ill
So i went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 impala
They greet me with a 40 and i start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before i left i hit the bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that i couldn't believe
So i grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So i threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out

*chorus*

[eazy-e]
I'm rollin hard now i'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and i said, "oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home and i see the g ride
Now ket is drivin kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his guess
Now g is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

*chorus*

[eazy-e]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo g on trial straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "fire!", then came suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

*chorus*

[dj: this is radio k-eazy-e. hi, this is greg mac. mac attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
Goin' on. hello, who is this ?]
[guy1: yo, what's up ? this is lorenzo patterson]
[dj: yo man, where you callin' from ?]
[guy1: i'm callin' from compton and i wanna hear eazy e's new record]
[dj: what's it called man ?]
[guy1: yo, it's called "radio"]
[dj: we got it, you called the right station. and here it is...]

Eazy e rockin' non stop on the radio
With the funky fresh hip hop in stereo
Release some rhymes that you will find demandin'
With dre's beats that are so outstandin'
I'm gettin' busy if you know what i mean
Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene
On the radio the greatest of all times
Like mohammed ali cause i punch rhymes
So tune your station, and clear all the static
And tell the truth: you didn't know that i had it
In me, to be easy about the situation
So just kick it and listen to the station
Playin' my music, it's hard to lose it
It's constantly on request cause you choose it
I'm eazy e, my rap is strong
[and your radio's def when my record's on _ ll cool j]

[chorus:]

[you wanna know why...because...]
I'm on the...
[radio (echo) _ chuck d]

[dr.dre: yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, dr.dre and yella boy is in
Ya
System. and right about now we got eazy e and mc ren in the studio
Takin'
Calls. so give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin']
[ring]
Hello, this is eazy e. what's your name ?
[girl1: hi, this is joyce.
I'd like to know if i can have your phone number?]
Yes, it's 9-7-6...
[click]

Now i wanna turn up my box, and make much noise
And rock the party and shock all the b-boys
Take on my radio from phono to tuner
I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner
Now i move my antenna to the center
Then grab a hold of the handle and (??)
Then bust a rhyme, you know i won't quit it
Am i lyin', ren ? [mc ren: man, you know you're witty]
Your request is clear, that you're givin'
Without eazy e you wouldn't be livin'
With me on a top 10, or a mix show
So hit your power button, and let's go
On vacation, with your station
That's playin' live in every location
Blowin' out ya speaker
It won't get weaker
I'll keep rockin' till i hit the peek
And your station is dope e-a-z-y
It's on the air, but you axe why
I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin'
I feel dry, you know that i'm thirstin'
To get busy; i don't quit it
And once you hear my cut, i know you're gonna get it
Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands
It's eazy e on the air [rockin' without a band]

[chorus]

[dj: you're on the radio, on k-eazy-e, with greg mac. don't forget to
Join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my
Homeboys eazy e, of course, n.w.a. and the whole compton posse.
Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on k-eazy-e...
With more...radio]

Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation
Hittin' number one spots across the nation
I'm on the charts, you can go list'em
But now listen, i'm on your system
Am or fm, i'm in power
You hear my music once every hour
So listen up to the rhyme and percussion
But do this with no discussion
Eazy's easin' fans i'm pleasin'
Why, i'm on top yo, i got reason
With no profanity, but what can i say
Yo dre [dr.dre: what up ?] do it your way
On the radio you get more looser
Take my word you're a dope producer
We combine to put out hits
But jealous people, they just have fits
Cause we get airplay, but we're not thru
Dre, am i serious ? [dr.dre: cold word] well thank you !
People that hear me, they know what i'm sayin'
On the air, i don't be playin'
Just gettin' my point across to the public
Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject
I can play [rock], but i prefer [hip hop]
It's eazy e on your radio non stop !

[chorus]

[mc ren: yo, this is mc ren, can you comprehend ? we're for bite just
Like tnt. yo, what's the time ?]
[girl2: hi, my name is tushie and i'd like to know when i get
Paid, motha...]
[plop]
[dr.dre: you got ganked...
Hello, you're on the air. what's up ?]
[girls: hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie dj speed]
[dj speed: yo, this is dj speed. what's up ?]
[girls: the joke's on you, jack ! hahaha !]
[dr.dre: hello, you're on the air]
[guy3: hey, what's up ? this is nasty naz callin' from seattle]
[dr.dre: hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?]
[guy3: i'm callin' to be on eazy e's new record, "radio"]
[dr.dre: man, you're late. the record is already o...]

"we want eazy!"
Well, clap ya hands then-come on
Clap ya hands everybody
Clap ya hands, come on, come on
Put ya hands together and clap 'em
Now can y'all say eazy
Come on, say it

Eaz-y
Everybody come on,
Eaz-y...

People from everywhere gather around
Checkin' out the sound that eazy is throwin' down
With some help from ren and dre
Makin' a way with dope style
Yo eazy, what ya gotta say

A miracle of modern creation
Eazy e's on the set
Hyped up with the bass
And a little bit of what ya love
From a brother who's smooth like a criminal
I mean subliminal
Otherwise known as a villain
Because i'm ruthless
When i spot a sucka, i kill 'em
But most i think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see

Eaz-y...

Yeah 'cuz this is the way i know you like it
So you won't strike it
I took it and i hyped it
And now that it's done, i know ya pleased
At how the e just duz it with ease
Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin'
Just to get a picture of me 'n' my b-o-y-z
From the h-double-o-d
N.w.a., down with me
Strong 'n' i'm ragin'
Turn the page 'n'
See i'm not a son of a gun
I'm a gauge 'n'
Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin'
It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker
Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker
But most i think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see

Eaz-y...

Aw, never, i'm just too clever
So, in fact, that no one can sever
A blow from a maniac and yo, i make it clear
So a register is all i hear
Money overturned, then i jet
To make another hit, for you to go and get
Record stores sold out because you love it
Another example of how eazy duz it

Eaz-y
We want eazy...

[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!

Yo ren, you're ready to go get this move?
[believe that, boy]
You're strapped?
[yeah, you know it]
Let's go do this, man, i got it all planned out
[yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves]

*pow*
["alright everybody..."]

This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
Tie em up for the fact that i'm kickin ass
I got my hand on my gat, and i'm tempted to blast
My name is eazy, but i go the hard way out
This ain't personal, but now i'm about
To commit a crime and go thru with it
You know what, no need for shakin, because i'm used to it
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man
Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
So me and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the tv screen
You know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see
And smile, you know, cause i'm controllin the shit
And no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and locs, and a ruthless shirt
That means i'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so

Chorus:

["nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*
(repeat 4x)

[alright, anybody move and i'll blow your fuckin head off]

Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
And blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
Takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money
Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard
Laughin at the dumb ass security guard
Who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd
But back to the bitches i'm peepin
And then untie the hoe, so i can start creepin
Took her to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
I said: "lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw
I said: "damn", then the air got thinner
Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
The suspense was makin' me sick
She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
I said: "damn", dropped the gat from my hand
[what i thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man]
Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
Because this is one faggot that i had to hurt, so

[chorus]

[i said get down. i want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and i shoot]

Stackin up the money and there's more to collect
Cause i don't give a fuck, i take traveler's checks
Yo, ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
[three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?]
Hurry up and get on
Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm?
I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
Or else five of ya bitches are comin with me
[police: allright, allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in]
Fuck you! we got hostages, and plenty of loot
And don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
We're sendin out the hostages, all except five
And if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a copter, so we can get away clean
And take some pussy along, if you know what i mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
But i smoked his ass before he got to the door
[police: they shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!]
[mc ren: you stupid motherfucker tryin' to run
Now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun]
[police: allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
Or else the tear gas is about to blast]
I ran to the back and ren followed behind
To a hell of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin
With screamin hostages, runnin and chokin
Gettin away, but i was suddenly stopped
At point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop
And i hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
Cause a nigga like the e was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is

Chorus

[police: well i'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or
I'm gonna shoot two of your guards]

[hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again]