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Bitch, step back an' stop tryna 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 ain't playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
Can't help the travellin' bunches
Now ain't that somethin'

Just in case a few niggaz tryin' to trip
Bone out, put on my ski mask an' come back blastin'
'Cause niggaz my height don't fight
My name is Eazy-E, you're mothafuckin' right

They must've thought I was a busta
You're wearin' your bulletproof vest, so what's next?
I got my nine fitted up with Teflon
An' don't let me hit the wet bomb

So watcha you wanna do?
The red, white an' blue, I got something for you too
'Cause it's gonna be on when I'm kickin' down doors
So say hello to my new 44

I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz
I'm a type of nigga 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 ain't my house
So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care
'Cause T-shirts an' khakis is all I wear

I'm from the city where they show no pity
For a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuff him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats

An' let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by the LAPD-k for puttin' in work out my trade
Because the president never simp
One damn 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
I make you shit in your pants an' shake like jello
So tell all my homies I said hello

I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz
I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz
I don't give a fuck, smokes mothafuckaz
Smoke mothafuckaz like it ain't no thang

You can't check a checker
But when you wanna try, let me know
I got the stretcher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
The things is [Incomprehensible] much bigger than the trigger

So I can show how to put in work
The 'Ruthless-network drive-by' experts
Straight outta Compton, kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a change to rust

I warned them an' they still approached me
Now I got two more golf hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that? That's my little friend

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Smoke mothafuckaz like it ain't no thang

Bitch, step back an' stop tryna jack
But Mister Dopeman Dopeman, can I get a hit?