Lyrics:
Actually, this S-E-X is testin' me
A-double-P, E-A-L
And it sound like her body is callin' me
But it might be the alcohol in me
And the sex appeal, it
like Eazy-E (turn up)
You ever been banned up by the seaside listening to NPR?
Case papers in this tiny desk, not the one from NPR (uh)
I probably
Me and shorty matching heat like it's Sadie Hawkins
She enamored by my speech I'm the slickest talking
It's ballgame for the weak the mayor back in
Talkin bout some shit big whoop
Uh yea
Got a big bag that big duffy
Uh yea
Bitches barkin' at me like whoof
Funny thing I'm not a dog
Bitch I'm
the white people love me
Love in the city and love in the country
Its eazy as E, foe the love of the money
Smoking on sticky, girl dripping like honey
Big
live
So nobody droppin' by no need to hide
It's a blessin' in disguise
When it's rainin' outside
And your too high to drive just chill
Hey it's
shackin' in the underground
My nigga Eazy and fought to hook
Me up say "They still down"
The rumor out on the streets (yeah)
Was that I got thirty five in my
(why?)
Cause I'm ruthless for life
Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass
Will I make it or continue and
Look at all the shit you in
Eazy does
a million dollars
He fucked it off
And ended up broke still and
Got no deal from it
Always sitting talkin' about how he
Chopped a whole big onion
Running your
I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us
If not boo, you know what, I still fucked you
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from
MC Ren
The deadly Dr. Dre
Eazy-E
The G-o M-a-see-k
Total Koss housin thangs
Ruthless in the muthafuckin house
Yo, to my homie D.O.C.
And Laylaw
geeks mix tapes seeking fame on E-Bay!
Eazy-E wannabe’s mentally stuck in Pre-K,
I steadily eat grain with purified love to bleed flames!
Or increase
surprise, youse dumped on by some ki's on the rise
Shot yo' ass when I'm pulled out the chrome
I was puttin' niggas in the pavin' before this rap shit
decieve us
All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it seedless
Life ain't easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
Takin a hit of the reefer sendin
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
Hit me on this e-mail, I'ma hit 'em back, see what it do
What they talkin' 'bout
Well I got me a couple pictures on this e-mail too
We gon' see what
Before I cut myself THIS WAS MY VOICE
Now gimme your neck pipe, you don't have no fuckin choice
(I'm not ready to die) Neither was Eazy-E
What makes you so
popcorn
Jiffy pop n sum pop tarts
Once again this is the NBK I'm getting ruthless
Not talkin no Eazy E
But we got sum boyz in the hood wit bazookas
Knock
I pour my beer in a glass
When I get sloppy bitch I still got class (AHHH)
City of Angels but here come the Bengals
Logan and Clay man they hittin'
don't got any patience
Holla holla het dolla
Smoke weed everyday
Cash fucking marijuana cigarettes
Gangsta gangsta Eazy-E cream
So baked off the bob
start, heartbeat tryna stop
I see you slippin’
Slime trippin’
47 ain’t talking ‘bout no clubbin’
Cruzin’ down the street feelin’ like Eazy E
Nigga with
gotta see you going down like this
They'll see the need, please concede
‘cause you can go out like Eazy-E
All for what? A bigger Bezel? Cash money
Lil'
Ha
Zoony
I'm a dog shit frenzy
Nah I'm a dog like Eazy-E
Stabbed her out my memories
That bitch just can't stop hurting me
Bought the store no
of something else
But here I am still I rap, be feeling blessed, yes
Eazy-E wasn't easy for the G
He was nothing but a joke till he go to Master E
Taking it,
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