Eazy-Duz-It (feat. Dr. Dre & MC Ren) - Eazy-E

(DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's Goin' on. Hello, who is this?) (Guy1: Yo, what's up? This is Lorenzo Patterson) (DJ: Yo man, where you callin' from?) (Guy1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record) (DJ: What's it called man?) (Guy1: Yo, it's called "Radio") (DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...) Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio With the funky fresh hip hop in stereo Release some rhymes that you will find demandin' With Dre's beats that are so outstandin' I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene On the radio the greatest of all times Like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes So tune your station, and clear all the static And tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it In me, to be easy about the situation So just kick it and listen to the station Playin' my music, it's hard to lose it It's constantly on request cause you choose it I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong (And your radio's def when my record's on _ LL Cool J) (You wanna know why... because...) I'm on the... (Radio (echo) _ Chuck D) (Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in Ya System. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio Takin' Calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin') (Ring) Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name? (Girl1: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone number?) Yes, it's 9-7-6... (Click) Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise And rock the party and shock all the B-boys Take on my radio from phono to tuner I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner Now I move my antenna to the center Then grab a hold of the handle and (??) Then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren? (MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty) Your request is clear, that you're givin' Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin' With me on a top 10, or a mix show So hit your power button, and let's go On vacation, with your station That's playin' live in every location Blowin' out ya speaker It won't get weaker I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y It's on the air, but you axe why I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin' I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin' To get busy; I don't quit it And once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands It's Eazy E on the air (rockin' without a band) (DJ: You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to Join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my Homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse. Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E... With more... radio) Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation Hittin' number one spots across the nation I'm on the charts, you can go list'em But now listen, I'm on your system AM or FM, I'm in power You hear my music once every hour So listen up to the rhyme and percussion But do this with no discussion Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin' Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason With no profanity, but what can I say Yo Dre (Dr.Dre: What up?) Do it your way On the radio you get more looser Take my word you're a dope producer We combine to put out hits But jealous people, they just have fits Cause we get airplay, but we're not thru Dre, am I serious? (Dr.Dre: Cold word) Well thank you! People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin' On the air, I don't be playin' Just gettin' my point across to the public Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject I can play (rock), but I prefer (hip hop) It's Eazy E on your radio non stop! (MC Ren: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend? We're for bite just Like TNT. Yo, what's the time?) (Girl2: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get Paid, motha...) (Plop) (Dr.Dre: You got ganked... Hello, you're on the air. What's up?) (Girls: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed) (DJ Speed: Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up?) (Girls: The joke's on you, Jack! Hahaha!) (Dr.Dre: Hello, you're on the air) (Guy3: Hey, what's up? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle) (Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy?) (Guy3: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio") (Dr.Dre: Man, you're late. The record is already o...)

My eternal jam is the juice of the radio Takin' out profanity so they can play it though Listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat Going to the record store say ya gonna buy That the E is connected to the A and the Z ya say Y So that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits Takin' my time of Eastline to make sure it fit Push play on the instrumental thats recorded Step on stage and I'm suddenly awarded Some sort of track appeared like a plaque And some hell of a screen from the girls in the back Takin' a bow cause I got style Never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile Yo it's Eazy on top even though I'm short Guarenteed to help when I walk on the court So get up make some noise for the gangsta clap Gonna tip the laugh I'm not a pranksta I'm serious Dre my sounds so quit playin' around Cause I'mma break it down Last time I was takin' my time with this But other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this I had to change the tip or make it hyper But they was rotten, I was gettin' riper Ready to go, like never before Givin' you more because I'm ready to score Ren is my buddy you can tell I said often Helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin' Curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key Balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim And I'm locked in, and I made up my mind And I think I'm gonna rock then You got beaches chill and I'mma push ya To freeze after I'll cut ya cause I'mma butcher And say ya have pricin' and then out ya go Cause a percentage on point bellys are very low Messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt Like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt I'm not a law man, but I'mma raw man M.C. Ren: "But ya the dopest one I ever saw!" I keep droppin' it pound for pound And when I'm on the mic I always throw down To keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound So listen cause I'mma break it down Now look at me and not the poster And you could see right off I got the most of The talent, experience or a trade And complements for the rhyme thats made Talks over today if this one so Pick another artist and dis one I got the ballet of the chosen vote Cause I don't need water to clear my throat Comin' from the rain the show is like dancin' Nasty like and the girls are like glancin' Wantin' to get wit me this routine Keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean Can ya dis this man I don't think so Once I start writin' the way I let the ink go Comin' out with songs like hit after hit Cause this is legit and yours ain't shit Makin' it sound so dope cause I'm a genius But your amazed with ya happy to see this Brother go crazy on wax Flowin' away like if I was on a sax Doin' a solo in the shade I'm a spotlight Relax and chill while your up tight Pumpin' up the funky sounds Yo you should know it's kinda persist That the E is gonna break it down

MC-Ren: "Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?" Dre: "About a couple of minutes." MC-Ren: "Well let me bust a freestyle then." Dre: "Awright, go ahead." Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Dre: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey Man you gotta get more hyped up tonight!" MC-Ren: "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!" Dre: "Allright bet." Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but, Referred to as a walking thief, They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block, Why the fuck they blamin' him, He's the one that they jock. Keepin' niggaz in line, Whoever fucks with his rhyme, And before you fuck with him, You gotta fuck with his nine. Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga, (A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger. Size don't mean shit, He's from the old school fool, He's a villain from the streets, And he's supposed to rule, Not sayin' he's in shit, But he's down for mine, He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line. Never givin' a fuck, Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be. He can't help it he's in shit, But he don't hold shit back, He's a gangsta in black, And he's about to attack. Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. "Nickname Eazy-E... Ol' 8-Ball junkie!" Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, You can lock up yo' shit, He's Still Stealin', Gettin' respect, Cause the boy kicks butt, But the real meaning is, He don't give a fuck, It's Eazy-E in the crowd, But he's not in the 4, I tell his money flow, As he collects from his ho', All expenses paid, For the rhymes that he made, Got the trophys in the house, For the girls that he laid. Not a wimp he's a pimp, Now of course he's the boss, So keep your bitch out his face, Or else she's gonna get tossed. The hard to be fucked with, The boy got heart, Wanna fuck with him, He'll Rip your head apart. Gangsta Gangsta, That's what they yellin' But him with his gangsta stroll, He keeps bailin'. Wherever he goes, There's no discussion but silence. They say that he's the one, Promotin' gang violence, That's a lie just a critic, All that whack bullshit, So let me tell you motherfuckers, Who you fuckin' with, Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. Eazy-E: "Yo Ren?" MC-Ren: "What's up?" Eazy-E: "Let's get the fuck outta here!"

Inside the minds of real g's Death row is looked upon as the studio gangsters of the 90's A joke hahahaha in a game called 5 minutes of fame you wasted 4 minutes now you got seconds left kick it Come one come all and let me ride nigga Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure To be the best on the west hu you? Fool locked down this is east side nigga South comton and I put it on the map So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap And that coming straight from the ruthless gangster Eazy-e Now what would I do ha ha let's see Now I would take on sugars locked down the row Since Dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe Now I'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle Aa god dame now diggidi daze I biggidi blast On right one and smoke that ass Now corrupt don't even set trip Yelling long beach 60 blood and puppy pound Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin Well I'm all in your philly hoe So come with it fool and test your luck and I'll beat that ass now call me corrupt Now I'm creeping through the fog you Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa Hunting a dogg named snoop You can run nigga but you can't hide Eazy-e straight creeping on the east side 7 Ten-long beach south caught snoop free basin In a rock house I kicks in the door I said it before I never let no busta test me no more Bang murder was the case that they gave me Murder was the case that they gave me I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy Watch your back Yeah what would you do? What would you do if we rolled on you? (So don't even think about stepping in the god damn house) What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do dirty red? I comes on the snake hitting niggas low With the cavey ass flow as I creep through the street Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know Which one make the best hoe so Let me break it down as I'm lost in the mist And take word of advice and don't come fucking with this Ain't a joke niggas choke from the smoke that I blaze Purple haze you be dazed in a stun I'll put you on your back nigga what I am the guess in a doggy dogg world Never run with muss only nuts in their click And dick in your mouth The year is 95 and I'm running the house Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do? Nigga what could you do if me and a few of my homies came through? Dumping real on you trick made bitch-made niggas What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you? You so don't even think about stepping in the god damn house Dr. Dre straight busta never broke a law in his life Besides beating up Ricky Harris's wife Ha ha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sporting braids Now he's laid fame no fortune and getting played not payed Played Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doing the pimping that's don't Be a follower be a leader and stay off the next man's nuts Corrupt the king ping stick with the 60's Cause you don't need those other hoes 'cause they're About to go up in you but only you let um Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Death row really doe Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh.