Lyrics:
when my tank on E
Would you still kick it with me if this shit wasn't free
What's it finna be huh
Lately you been actin' like you don't need us
Chest
Yo its Lil e I got the number one song
I stole a girl's thong and didn't think it was wrong
I-I-I got no remorse
And I just got kicked in the face by
make sure Shyheim and A + sell a million
Peace to Eazy E, Stretch, and Mercury
Tupac, and Buffy, Notorious BIG
We gots to strive to make hip-hop
gleamin' from the mud
Ain't no point in you cleanin'
I'm motivation for the ones
Who nobody was feedin'
Automatic still give 'em the same kick
Started
thru, easily, Ab-Soul the new Eazy-E
Talking shit, leave him be, I'm chiefing weed, watching DVDs
Eatin' 5 star meals in my home
My crib look like Johnny
bitch, ooh (but now I'm here, bitch, ooh)
But now I'm here, bitch, ooh (but now I'm here, bitch, ooh)
(G-Eazy, let E-Feezy tell his story)
But now I'm
the cheese you didn't receive got dicked in the ass by Eazy-E
[Chorus: x4]
[verse]
I'ma keep winnin' but the album almost through
Thanks I ain't neva' had a fan like you
Eazy-E, Left Eye and Aaliyah too
Pac Biggie Hauf
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money
In my block, in my block swing
Real Mathaphuckkin G como Eazy-E
Que le jodan al rap, amo el dinero si
Tengo a estos dos hijo putas detrás de mí
Con
(Bongo by the way)
(Bongo) it's Eazy
Baby, back it up, yeah, yeah
Baby, back it up, whoa
Baby, drop it back on me like a pick-up truck, yeah
it better, see, 'cause I'm an MD
And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G's
Eazy-E said, "Yeah, oh yeah"
So I took it, forget the paperwork
always up to no good with the boys in the hood like Eazy-E
Really hope that I tell her before I die, I'ma look her in the eye, It's gonna hurt to see her
Ya life could get real , slim movin all shady
He tried to do me like suge n Eazy dat room , den I grabbed em by his neck like wat u high off dem
could get some
Yo home boy, its quiker said than dunn
Just a Quik dedication to tha creator of Gangsta Rap music
Mr. Erik, Eazy E, Wright, that's how its
shit never lasts
It's 1996, niggas is dyin' from layin' on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you be wonderin' why young niggas
hustle make we get to the top
araye le my brother so make u jara e wen u get d raba show gbo
won a ma se e won soro re laida tonba tunri e dem go still
Slim thugga, muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born
sample: "Never leave the pad without packin a gun" -> Eazy-E {*1}
Let me drop it on the one, heheh
Yeah..
Real smooth youknowhatI'msayin?
love, to the eazy-e, cpt
And dpg don't wanna see us, see see
You fools ain't nothing but marks, so fuck your set
Now what's next
I doubt if you wanna
the fastest Camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination
They talkin' 'bout me in the neighborhood
They all say this boy been drivin' good
Put me
you still can see me
Candy flippin hopin you'll be me, copin up poppin a load of weezy
I fund your shit, just call me EAZY - E
I'm all you see when
the game played
Nigga like me put the hood on that walk of fame
Fingerprints of Eazy-E still stain the brain
Gang-bang relationships, no need to name
Yeah yeah, it's the West Coast remix
West side the best side
Snoop, Game, E-40
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all
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