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bring the bag
For your body motherfucker cause you old news
And then you see me fucking skip away in boat shoes
Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri- rip your
written by E. McDaniel
Here's a little story that I really want to tell 
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral 
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no
He'll take a jacket, suit, or vest 
And clean it so you'll look your best 

(pic of Oscar The Grouch, naturally, driving a garbage truck) 
The trash
killin' for your crew
I ain't gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out your vest
You best get on some act
over like,
"May I take your order?"
Give me the breakfast sample
Orange juice and a Coke
That nigga looked at me and nodded
He said I never spoke
pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

Ride the Harley into the sunset

By chance I seen her in
Never 
You ain't never had a friend like me 
Believe dat 
Cause you ain't never had a friend like me 
See at night I watch the sky 
I take
little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny
A ghetto agenda that's how we rest
Don't let 'em play with your emotions
Lotioning me, little money in my vest
Damn, Mom going through it
Still holding
Lyin' on the ground confused as fucked
I guess it had to take the bullet 
To prove that the way I grew up was bullshit
Lucky for me I had my vest
don't fight
My name is Eazy-E
You're mothafuckin' right
They must to thought I was a busta
Wearin' your bullet-proof vest
So what's next?
I got my nine
Bet it, bet it taste like candy [Repeat: x 3]

I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm
Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm
Moaning
I'm down by law this style ya never saw
I give em jus' a little then watch em fiend for more
Yea they want more they hot and they want more
They love
chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads,
chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids
metalheads, hip hop heads,
on 'em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggas run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels
get free
Just party

[Hook]
(Khujo)
See your eyes be burgundy, and your body drop
Don't even look at your clock, ?skeet on your vest?
Or get up
ya six feet
I heard the cops killed you last week
You got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat
Rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted 
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest 
Have you layin' with
the 75 from Ocky but he fronted
Take the money, cop 5 dimes, 2 chicken sandwiches, 9 limes
For the Canada Dry, pose for the cameras by the banister, "Hi"
prime, spitting harder
Looking better than ya'll little niggas, and I've done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
prime, spitting harder
Looking better than ya'll little niggas, and I've done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin'
I come around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
One little, two little, three little suckers
Hoo-Bangin'
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted 
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest 
Have you layin' with
around
You're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend

No, You'll take back all you've said
Oh, When the regrets fill your head

Trust me