Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't slip
On a funky dope track jump back
Strapped with a fat bhudda sack sack in a 78 'lac
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with OG playas don't set trip
or you might get what we call a rat pack
I don't slack when it come to street
I get real G-funk'd to a gangsta beat...
I got beat for the street to the beach I'll be rolling
Never see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding
Girls in the daisies drive Eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my A-C
Rolling down Crenshaw see the hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping, see the foes hopping
My stereo's bumping that A-T-L funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the shit bumps
(Feel the beat) Yeah word up
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat for the Street
Now everythings good in my hood And its on and poping
Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E From East Side South Compton
Str8 givin' up the real On how a nigga feel
Talk that shit, motherfuckers caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin higher than a motherfucka,
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 niggas 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 the map
And thats how a nigga feel When I'm givin' up Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Going out to the hardcore hip hop
Buckin' these niggas till they drop
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Cruisin Down The Street In My Six-Fo'' Jockin The freaks, clocking the dough 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 Rollin Kilo G He Rolled Down His Window And He Started To Say Its All About Makin That G.T.A.
Coz The Boys In The Hood Are Always Hard You Come Talkin That Trash, We'll Pull Ya Card Knowin' Nutin In Life But To Be Legit' Dont Quote Me Boy Coz I Aint Said Shit
(straight up gangster, wrong nigga to fuck with)
Darryl B's Is The Place To Give Me The Pace He Said Ma Man J.D. Is On Freebase The Boy J.D. Was A Friend Of Mine 'till I Caught Him In My Car Tryin To Steal The Alpine I Chased Him up The Street To Call A Truce The Silly clockhead Pulls Out A Deuce Deuce Little Did He Know I Had A Loaded 12 Guage One Sucker Dead, L.A. Times Front Page
Cause The Boys In The Hood Are Always Hard You Come Talkin That Trash, Well Pull Ya Card Knowin' Nutin In Life But To Be Legit' Dont Quote Me Boy Coz I Aint Said Shit
(I smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thing)
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Basically as long as you got people who wanna learn about all off this