Gimmie this gimmie that gimmie this gimmie that

Bitch step back and don't try to jack

"But mister dopeman dopeman can I get a hit?"

No hoe but you can get my duck sick...

But let me finish my story as I was sayin'

I told you lil locs aint playin'

Gotta roll with the bunches

Cant help the travellin' bunches

Now aint that somethin'

Just a case a few niggaz try to trip

Bone out put on my skimask

And come back blastin'

Cause niggaz my height 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 fitted up with deadline

And don't let me hit the wetbomb

So watcha wanna do?

The red, white and blue, I got some for you too

Cause it gonna be on when i'm kickin' down my dough

So say hello to my new 44...

I'm a type of nigga...

That smokes mothafuckaz...

That smokes mothafuckaz...

I don't give a fuck fuck...

Smoke mothafuckaz...

I'ma smoke mothafuckaz...

Cause I'm the "E"

So you can kiss my black ass

Fuck the white house, it aint my house

So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care

Cause t-shirts and khakies is all I wear

I'm from the city where they show no pitty

For a punk ass mark in the park

Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes

Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats

And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol

Warrant by the LAPD

Key for puttin' in work out my trade

Because the president never simp

One dumb dog to my residents

I'm goin' crazy like 1980

I need my ends, fuck you, pay me

Or I'ma have to get the strap

My nutty O.G. buddy Big Black-acap