[{"id":5482258,"name":"Eazy‐Duz‐It","trackName":"Eazy‐Duz‐It","artistName":"Eazy-E","albumName":"Eazy‐Duz‐It","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(He was once a thug from around the way)\n(Eazy, but you should...)\nBitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here\nYo, Dre (what's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline\n\n(What the fuck is up?)\n(In the place to be)\n(Comin' on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin'-E)\n(Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut)\n(So listen up close while we rip shit up)\n\nWell I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore\nYou may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\nWit' my super-duper group coming out the chute\nEazy-E, muthafuckas cold knockin' the boots\n'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\nIf you heard (Dopeman), you think I own a drugstore\nGettin' stupid because I know how\nAnd if a sucka talks shit, I give him a (pow)\n\n8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'\nSlow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin'\nHittin' my switches, collect from my bitches\nThe money that I make so I could add to my riches\nFill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\nFeelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat\nA hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\nAnd wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats\n\nBecause I'm a gansta havin' fun\nNever leave the pad without packing a gun\nHittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\nBoy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n(I was knockin' muthafuckas out)\n(What's your name boy?)\nFunky, fresh Eazy-E\n(Kick, kick that shit)\n(Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)\n\nRollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up\nStick my head out the window and I say what's up\nTo the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box\nBut you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks\nA dice game starts I said \"what the fuck\"\nSo I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\nHard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7\nRolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n\nGot another point, I made it ten a fo'\nWas takin' niggas money and was itching for mo'\nLaughin' in their faces, said \"y'all makin' me rich\"\n'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch\nHe pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\nSo I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\nHe shot, then I shot\nAs you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n\nBecause I'm a gansta havin' fun\nNever leave the pad without packin' a gun\nHittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\nBoy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\nMuthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n(But how does he do it?)\n(Eazy duz it, do it eazy)\n(That's what I'm doing)\n(Stop)\n(Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n\nNow I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\nStraight out the box, from the gangsta category\nAbout a sucker, a sucker muthafucka\nHe's addicted, he's a smoker, but in Compton called a clucker\nHe used to have a house car and golden rings\nBut the cooky cooky crack took all those things\nHe must have been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house\nCaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out\n\nNow I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\nYeah, I went to jail, but that wasn't shit\nGot to the station 'bout a quarter to nine\nCalled my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\nThe bitch was a trip, cold hung up the phone\nNow my only phone call was in the gankin' zone\nAll the shit I did for her, like keepin' her rich\nI swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch\n\nWell by now you can guess that it was just my luck\nThe bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck\nI looked him straight in the eye, and said \"what's up?\"\nAnd said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\nNow I'm back on the streets and my records are clean\nI creeped on my bitch wit' my Uzi machine\nWent to the house and kicked down the do'\nUnloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe\n\nBecause I'm a gansta havin' fun\nNever leave the pad without packin' a gun\nHittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\nBoy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\nFrom around the way, born in '73\nHarcore B-boy named Eazy-E\nIt's '88 now, '73's obsolete\nA nigga wit' a serious ass attitude and 100% street\nAnd if y'all wanna hear some more\n(In one way or the other, I'm a bad brotha)\n(Word to the muthafucka)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] (He was once a thug from around the way)\n[00:04.13] (Eazy, but you should...)\n[00:05.62] Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here\n[00:08.73] Yo, Dre (what's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline\n[00:22.62] (What the fuck is up?)\n[00:23.54] (In the place to be)\n[00:25.68] (Comin' on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin'-E)\n[00:27.21] (Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut)\n[00:29.18] (So listen up close while we rip shit up)\n[00:36.69] Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore\n[00:38.25] You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\n[00:41.35] Wit' my super-duper group coming out the chute\n[00:43.49] Eazy-E, muthafuckas cold knockin' the boots\n[00:46.15] 'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\n[00:49.11] If you heard (Dopeman), you think I own a drugstore\n[00:52.19] Gettin' stupid because I know how\n[00:54.76] And if a sucka talks shit, I give him a (pow)\n[00:56.13] 8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'\n[00:59.22] Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin'\n[01:02.45] Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches\n[01:05.38] The money that I make so I could add to my riches\n[01:07.75] Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n[01:10.28] Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat\n[01:12.84] A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n[01:15.44] And wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats\n[01:18.29] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[01:21.10] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[01:23.65] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[01:26.25] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[01:29.42] (I was knockin' muthafuckas out)\n[01:30.63] (What's your name boy?)\n[01:33.57] Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n[01:34.66] (Kick, kick that shit)\n[01:36.76] (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)\n[01:39.20] Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up\n[01:42.17] Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n[01:44.11] To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box\n[01:47.20] But you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks\n[01:50.27] A dice game starts I said \"what the fuck\"\n[01:52.69] So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n[01:55.27] Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7\n[01:57.92] Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n[02:00.32] Got another point, I made it ten a fo'\n[02:02.87] Was takin' niggas money and was itching for mo'\n[02:05.97] Laughin' in their faces, said \"y'all makin' me rich\"\n[02:08.34] 'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch\n[02:10.76] He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n[02:13.32] So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n[02:16.57] He shot, then I shot\n[02:19.59] As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n[02:21.37] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[02:24.46] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[02:26.53] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[02:29.65] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[02:32.41] (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n[02:34.69] Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n[02:36.04] (But how does he do it?)\n[02:37.90] (Eazy duz it, do it eazy)\n[02:39.03] (That's what I'm doing)\n[02:40.58] (Stop)\n[02:42.51] (Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n[02:43.16] Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\n[02:45.16] Straight out the box, from the gangsta category\n[02:48.26] About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka\n[02:50.12] He's addicted, he's a smoker, but in Compton called a clucker\n[02:53.75] He used to have a house car and golden rings\n[02:55.84] But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n[02:58.63] He must have been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house\n[03:00.85] Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out\n[03:03.71] Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n[03:06.30] Yeah, I went to jail, but that wasn't shit\n[03:08.82] Got to the station 'bout a quarter to nine\n[03:10.73] Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n[03:14.34] The bitch was a trip, cold hung up the phone\n[03:16.89] Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone\n[03:19.59] All the shit I did for her, like keepin' her rich\n[03:21.88] I swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch\n[03:24.96] Well by now you can guess that it was just my luck\n[03:27.51] The bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck\n[03:29.94] I looked him straight in the eye, and said \"what's up?\"\n[03:32.45] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:35.16] Now I'm back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:38.10] I creeped on my bitch wit' my Uzi machine\n[03:39.88] Went to the house and kicked down the do'\n[03:43.11] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe\n[03:46.19] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[03:48.66] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[03:52.15] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:53.69] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:57.29] From around the way, born in '73\n[03:59.93] Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n[04:02.81] It's '88 now, '73's obsolete\n[04:05.77] A nigga wit' a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n[04:09.40] And if y'all wanna hear some more\n[04:11.27] (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brotha)\n[04:14.09] (Word to the muthafucka)\n[04:16.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eazy‐Duz‐It\n  artist: Eazy-E\n  album: Eazy‐Duz‐It\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (He was once a thug from around the way)\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 4130\n- text: (Eazy, but you should...)\n  start_ms: 4130\n  end_ms: 5620\n- text: Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta 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start_ms: 186300\n  end_ms: 188820\n- text: Got to the station 'bout a quarter to nine\n  start_ms: 188820\n  end_ms: 190730\n- text: Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n  start_ms: 190730\n  end_ms: 194340\n- text: The bitch was a trip, cold hung up the phone\n  start_ms: 194340\n  end_ms: 196890\n- text: Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone\n  start_ms: 196890\n  end_ms: 199590\n- text: All the shit I did for her, like keepin' her rich\n  start_ms: 199590\n  end_ms: 201880\n- text: I swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch\n  start_ms: 201880\n  end_ms: 204960\n- text: Well by now you can guess that it was just my luck\n  start_ms: 204960\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: The bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209940\n- text: I looked him straight in the eye, and said \"what's up?\"\n  start_ms: 209940\n  end_ms: 212450\n- text: And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n  start_ms: 212450\n  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think I own a drugstore\n  Gettin' stupid because I know how\n  And if a sucka talks shit, I give him a (pow)\n\n  8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'\n  Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin'\n  Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches\n  The money that I make so I could add to my riches\n  Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n  Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat\n  A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n  And wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats\n\n  Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (I was knockin' muthafuckas out)\n  (What's your name boy?)\n  Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n  (Kick, kick that shit)\n  (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)\n\n  Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up\n  Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n  To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the 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what's up?\"\n[03:32.44] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:35.15] Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:38.01] I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n[03:39.81] Went to the house and kicked down the door\n[03:43.15] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n[03:46.10] Because I'm a gansta having fun\n[03:48.64] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[03:52.13] Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:53.67] Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:57.22] From around the way, born in '73\n[03:59.93] Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n[04:02.83] It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n[04:05.74] A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n[04:09.31] And if you all wanna hear some more\n[04:11.24] (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n[04:14.08] (Word to the muthafucker)\n[04:16.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eazy‐Duz‐It\n  artist: Eazy‐E\n  album: Eazy‐Duz‐It\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  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galore\n  You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\n  With my super duper group coming out to shoot\n  Eazy-E, muthafuckers cold knocking the boots\n  'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\n  If you heard (Compton), you think I own a drugstore\n  Getting stupid because I know how\n  And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a...\n\n  8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping\n  Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping\n  Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches\n  The money that I make so I can add to my riches\n  Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n  Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\n  A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n  And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n  (What's your name 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was knocking muthafuckers out)\n[01:32.44] (What's your name boy?)\n[01:33.51] Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n[01:36.12] (Kick, kick that shit)\n[01:37.88] (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n[01:40.37] Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\n[01:42.77] Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n[01:45.41] To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\n[01:47.96] But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\n[01:51.11] A dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\n[01:53.27] So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n[01:55.91] Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\n[01:58.91] Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n[02:01.66] Got another point, I made a ten a fo'\n[02:04.05] Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'\n[02:06.74] Laughing in their faces and said \"you're all making me rich\"\n[02:09.01] Til one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch\n[02:12.04] He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n[02:14.43] So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n[02:17.17] He shot, then I shot\n[02:20.22] As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n[02:22.69] Because I'm a gansta having fun\n[02:25.36] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[02:27.97] Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[02:30.49] Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n[02:33.91] (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n[02:35.35] Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n[02:37.60] (But how does he do it?)\n[02:39.01] (Eazy duz it do it eazy)\n[02:39.92] (That's what I'm doing)\n[02:41.64] (STOP)\n[02:41.98] (Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n[02:43.80] Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\n[02:46.56] Straight out the box from the gangsta category\n[02:49.37] About a sucker, a sucker muthafucker\n[02:51.61] He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker\n[02:54.29] He used to have a house car and golden rings\n[02:56.68] But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n[02:59.37] He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house\n[03:01.95] Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out!\n[03:04.56] Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n[03:07.16] Yeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit\n[03:09.96] She got to the station about a quarter of nine\n[03:12.34] Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n[03:15.16] The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone\n[03:17.80] Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone\n[03:20.72] All the shit I did for her like keeping her rich\n[03:23.32] I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch!\n[03:25.94] Well by now you should know it was just my luck\n[03:28.30] The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck\n[03:31.32] I looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\n[03:33.55] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:36.12] Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:39.04] I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n[03:41.82] Went to the house and kicked down the door\n[03:44.53] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n[03:47.19] Because I'm a gansta having fun\n[03:49.80] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[03:52.52] Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:54.95] Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:58.57] From around the way, born in '73\n[04:01.38] Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n[04:03.78] It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n[04:06.60] A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n[04:10.20] And if you all wanna hear some more\n[04:12.02] (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n[04:15.62] (Word to the muthafucker)\n[04:18.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eazy-Duz-It\n  artist: Eazy-E\n  album: Eazy-Duz-It\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (He was once a thug from around the way)\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 4670\n- text: (Eazy, but you should)...\n  start_ms: 4670\n  end_ms: 6900\n- text: Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here\n  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what's up?\"\n  And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n  Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n  I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n  Went to the house and kicked down the door\n  Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n  From around the way, born in '73\n  Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n  It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n  A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n  And if you all wanna hear some more\n  (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n  (Word to the muthafucker)\n"},{"id":30220222,"name":"Eazy-Duz-It","trackName":"Eazy-Duz-It","artistName":"Eazy‐E","albumName":"Eazy‐Duz‐It","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(He was once a thug from around the way)\n(Eazy, but you should...)\nBitch, shut the fuck up, get the 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nine\nCalled my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\nThe bitch was a trip, cold hung up the phone\nNow my only phone call was in the gankin' zone\nAll the shit I did for her, like keepin' her rich\nI swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch\n\nWell by now you can guess that it was just my luck\nThe bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck\nI looked him straight in the eye, and said \"what's up?\"\nAnd said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\nNow I'm back on the streets and my records are clean\nI creeped on my bitch wit' my Uzi machine\nWent to the house and kicked down the do'\nUnloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe\n\nBecause I'm a gansta havin' fun\nNever leave the pad without packin' a gun\nHittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\nBoy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\nFrom around the way, born in '73\nHarcore B-boy named Eazy-E\nIt's '88 now, '73's obsolete\nA nigga wit' a serious ass attitude and 100% street\nAnd if y'all wanna 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a (pow)\n[00:56.13] 8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'\n[00:59.22] Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin'\n[01:02.45] Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches\n[01:05.38] The money that I make so I could add to my riches\n[01:07.75] Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n[01:10.28] Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat\n[01:12.84] A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n[01:15.44] And wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats\n[01:18.29] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[01:21.10] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[01:23.65] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[01:26.25] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[01:29.42] (I was knockin' muthafuckas out)\n[01:30.63] (What's your name boy?)\n[01:33.57] Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n[01:34.66] (Kick, kick that shit)\n[01:36.76] (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)\n[01:39.20] Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up\n[01:42.17] Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n[01:44.11] To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box\n[01:47.20] But you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks\n[01:50.27] A dice game starts I said \"what the fuck\"\n[01:52.69] So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n[01:55.27] Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7\n[01:57.92] Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n[02:00.32] Got another point, I made it ten a fo'\n[02:02.87] Was takin' niggas money and was itching for mo'\n[02:05.97] Laughin' in their faces, said \"y'all makin' me rich\"\n[02:08.34] 'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch\n[02:10.76] He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n[02:13.32] So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n[02:16.57] He shot, then I shot\n[02:19.59] As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n[02:21.37] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[02:24.46] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[02:26.53] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[02:29.65] Boy you 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get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n[03:14.34] The bitch was a trip, cold hung up the phone\n[03:16.89] Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone\n[03:19.59] All the shit I did for her, like keepin' her rich\n[03:21.88] I swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch\n[03:24.96] Well by now you can guess that it was just my luck\n[03:27.51] The bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck\n[03:29.94] I looked him straight in the eye, and said \"what's up?\"\n[03:32.45] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:35.16] Now I'm back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:38.10] I creeped on my bitch wit' my Uzi machine\n[03:39.88] Went to the house and kicked down the do'\n[03:43.11] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe\n[03:46.19] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[03:48.66] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[03:52.15] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:53.69] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:57.29] From 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start rubbing my gat\n[01:10.29] Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\n[01:12.82] A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n[01:15.44] And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n[01:18.28] Because I'm a gansta having fun\n[01:21.06] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[01:23.63] Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[01:26.24] Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n[01:29.49] (I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n[01:30.65] (What's your name boy?)\n[01:33.56] Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n[01:34.68] (Kick, kick that shit)\n[01:36.73] (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n[01:39.21] Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\n[01:42.12] Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n[01:44.15] To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\n[01:47.17] But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\n[01:50.23] A dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\n[01:52.63] So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n[01:55.23] Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\n[01:57.91] Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n[02:00.37] Got another point, I made a ten a fo'\n[02:02.82] Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'\n[02:05.94] Laughing in their faces and said \"you're all making me rich\"\n[02:08.33] Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch\n[02:10.78] He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n[02:13.36] So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n[02:16.60] He shot, then I shot\n[02:19.55] As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n[02:21.40] Because I'm a gansta having fun\n[02:24.48] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[02:26.59] Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[02:29.69] Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n[02:32.41] (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n[02:34.64] Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n[02:36.07] (But how does he do it?)\n[02:37.87] (Eazy duz it do it eazy)\n[02:39.06] (That's what I'm doing)\n[02:40.51] 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I'm gonna kill the bitch!\n[03:24.10] Well by now you should know it was just my luck\n[03:27.57] The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck\n[03:29.93] I looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\n[03:32.44] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:35.15] Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:38.01] I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n[03:39.81] Went to the house and kicked down the door\n[03:43.15] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n[03:46.10] Because I'm a gansta having fun\n[03:48.64] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[03:52.13] Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:53.67] Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:57.22] From around the way, born in '73\n[03:59.93] Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n[04:02.83] It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n[04:05.74] A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n[04:09.31] And if you all wanna hear some more\n[04:11.24] (In one way or the 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up?)\n  (In the place to be)\n  (Coming on the mic is) (Eazy-mothafuckin-E)\n  (Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut)\n  (So listen up close while we rip shit up)\n\n  Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore\n  You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\n  With my super duper group coming out to shoot\n  Eazy-E, muthafuckers cold knocking the boots\n  'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\n  If you heard (Compton), you think I own a drugstore\n  Getting stupid because I know how\n  And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a...\n\n  8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping\n  Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping\n  Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches\n  The money that I make so I can add to my riches\n  Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n  Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\n  A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n  And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never 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knew he wouldn't last\nSo I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\nHe shot, then I shot\nAs you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n\nBecause I'm a gansta havin' fun\nNever leave the pad without packin' a gun\nHittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\nBoy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\nMuthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n(But how does he do it?)\n(Eazy duz it, do it eazy)\n(That's what I'm doing)\n(Stop)\n(Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n\nNow I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\nStraight out the box, from the gangsta category\nAbout a sucker, a sucker muthafucka\nHe's addicted, he's a smoker, but in Compton called a clucker\nHe used to have a house car and golden rings\nBut the cooky cooky crack took all those things\nHe must have been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house\nCaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out\n\nNow I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\nYeah, I went to 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because I know how\n[00:54.76] And if a sucka talks shit, I give him a (pow)\n[00:56.13] 8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'\n[00:59.22] Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin'\n[01:02.45] Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches\n[01:05.38] The money that I make so I could add to my riches\n[01:07.75] Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n[01:10.28] Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat\n[01:12.84] A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n[01:15.44] And wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats\n[01:18.29] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[01:21.10] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[01:23.65] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[01:26.25] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[01:29.42] (I was knockin' muthafuckas out)\n[01:30.63] (What's your name boy?)\n[01:33.57] Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n[01:34.66] (Kick, kick that shit)\n[01:36.76] (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)\n[01:39.20] Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up\n[01:42.17] Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n[01:44.11] To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box\n[01:47.20] But you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks\n[01:50.27] A dice game starts I said \"what the fuck\"\n[01:52.69] So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n[01:55.27] Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7\n[01:57.92] Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n[02:00.32] Got another point, I made it ten a fo'\n[02:02.87] Was takin' niggas money and was itching for mo'\n[02:05.97] Laughin' in their faces, said \"y'all makin' me rich\"\n[02:08.34] 'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch\n[02:10.76] He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n[02:13.32] So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n[02:16.57] He shot, then I shot\n[02:19.59] As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n[02:21.37] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[02:24.46] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[02:26.53] 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The money that I make so I can add to my riches\n  Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n  Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\n  A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n  And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n  (What's your name boy?)\n  Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n  (Kick, kick that shit)\n  (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n\n  Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\n  Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n  To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\n  But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\n  A dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\n  So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n  Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\n  Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n\n  Got 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had to try my luck\n[01:55.28] Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7\n[01:57.98] Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n[02:00.36] Got another point, I made it ten a fo'\n[02:02.83] Was takin' niggas money and was itching for mo'\n[02:05.93] Laughin' in their faces, said \"y'all makin' me rich\"\n[02:08.34] 'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch\n[02:10.77] He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n[02:13.35] So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n[02:16.59] He shot, then I shot\n[02:19.58] As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n[02:21.33] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[02:24.46] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[02:26.50] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[02:29.67] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[02:32.48] (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n[02:34.61] Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n[02:36.07] (But how does he do it?)\n[02:37.90] (Eazy duz it, do it eazy)\n[02:39.05] (That's what I'm 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swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch\n[03:24.93] Well by now you can guess that it was just my luck\n[03:27.56] The bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck\n[03:29.96] I looked him straight in the eye, and said \"what's up?\"\n[03:32.41] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:35.19] Now I'm back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:38.13] I creeped on my bitch wit' my Uzi machine\n[03:39.82] Went to the house and kicked down the do'\n[03:43.17] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe\n[03:46.12] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[03:48.63] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[03:52.14] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:53.63] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:57.29] From around the way, born in '73\n[03:59.99] Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n[04:02.89] It's '88 now, '73's obsolete\n[04:05.76] A nigga wit' a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n[04:09.46] And if y'all wanna hear some more\n[04:11.23] 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I'm a gansta havin' fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (I was knockin' muthafuckas out)\n  (What's your name boy?)\n  Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n  (Kick, kick that shit)\n  (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)\n\n  Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up\n  Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n  To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box\n  But you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks\n  A dice game starts I said \"what the fuck\"\n  So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n  Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7\n  Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n\n  Got another point, I made it ten a fo'\n  Was takin' niggas money and was itching for mo'\n  Laughin' in their faces, said \"y'all makin' me rich\"\n  'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch\n  He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n  So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n  He shot, then I shot\n  As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n\n  Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n  Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n  Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n  Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n  (But how does he do it?)\n  (Eazy duz it, do it eazy)\n  (That's what I'm doing)\n  (Stop)\n  (Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n\n  Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\n  Straight out the box, from the gangsta category\n  About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka\n  He's addicted, he's a smoker, but in Compton called a clucker\n  He used to have a house car and golden rings\n  But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n  He must have been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house\n  Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out\n\n  Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n  Yeah, I 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addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker\n[02:54.29] He used to have a house car and golden rings\n[02:56.68] But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n[02:59.37] He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house\n[03:01.95] Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out!\n[03:04.56] Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n[03:07.16] Yeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit\n[03:09.96] She got to the station about a quarter of nine\n[03:12.34] Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n[03:15.16] The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone\n[03:17.80] Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone\n[03:20.72] All the shit I did for her like keeping her rich\n[03:23.32] I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch!\n[03:25.94] Well by now you should know it was just my luck\n[03:28.30] The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck\n[03:31.32] I looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\n[03:33.55] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:36.12] Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:39.04] I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n[03:41.82] Went to the house and kicked down the door\n[03:44.53] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n[03:47.19] Because I'm a gansta having fun\n[03:49.80] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[03:52.52] Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:54.95] Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:58.57] From around the way, born in '73\n[04:01.38] Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n[04:03.78] It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n[04:06.60] A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n[04:10.20] And if you all wanna hear some more\n[04:12.02] (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n[04:15.62] (Word to the muthafucker)\n[04:18.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eazy-Duz-It\n  artist: Eazy-E\n  album: Eazy-Duz-It\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- 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but I got much more\n  With my super duper group coming out to shoot\n  Eazy-E, muthafuckers cold knocking the boots\n  'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\n  If you heard (Compton), you think I own a drugstore\n  Getting stupid because I know how\n  And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a...\n  8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping\n  Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping\n  Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches\n  The money that I make so I can add to my riches\n  Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n  Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\n  A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n  And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n  (I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n  (What's your name boy?)\n  Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n  (Kick, kick that shit)\n  (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n  Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\n  Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n  To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\n  But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\n  A dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\n  So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n  Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\n  Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n  Got another point, I made a ten a fo'\n  Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'\n  Laughing in their faces and said \"you're all making me rich\"\n  Til one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch\n  He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n  So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n  He shot, then I shot\n  As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n  (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n  Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n  (But how does he do it?)\n  (Eazy duz it do it eazy)\n  (That's what I'm doing)\n  (STOP)\n  (Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n  Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\n  Straight out the box from the gangsta category\n  About a sucker, a sucker muthafucker\n  He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker\n  He used to have a house car and golden rings\n  But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n  He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house\n  Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out!\n  Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n  Yeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit\n  She got to the station about a quarter of nine\n  Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n  The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone\n  Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone\n  All the shit I did for her like keeping her rich\n  I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch!\n  Well by now you should know it was just my luck\n  The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck\n  I looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\n  And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n  Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n  I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n  Went to the house and kicked down the door\n  Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n  From around the way, born in '73\n  Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n  It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n  A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n  And if you all wanna hear some more\n  (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n  (Word to the 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fun\nNever leave the pad without packin' a gun\nHittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\nBoy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n\nFrom around the way, born in '73\nHarcore B-boy named Eazy-E\nIt's '88 now, '73's obsolete\nA nigga wit' a serious ass attitude and 100% street\nAnd if y'all wanna hear some more\n(In one way or the other, I'm a bad brotha)\n(Word to the muthafucka)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] (He was once a thug from around the way)\n[00:04.13] (Eazy, but you should...)\n[00:05.62] Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here\n[00:08.73] Yo, Dre (what's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline\n[00:22.62] (What the fuck is up?)\n[00:23.54] (In the place to be)\n[00:25.68] (Comin' on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin'-E)\n[00:27.21] (Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut)\n[00:29.18] (So listen up close while we rip shit up)\n[00:36.69] Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore\n[00:38.25] You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\n[00:41.35] Wit' my super-duper group coming out the chute\n[00:43.49] Eazy-E, muthafuckas cold knockin' the boots\n[00:46.15] 'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\n[00:49.11] If you heard (Dopeman), you think I own a drugstore\n[00:52.19] Gettin' stupid because I know how\n[00:54.76] And if a sucka talks shit, I give him a (pow)\n[00:56.13] 8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'\n[00:59.22] Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin'\n[01:02.45] Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches\n[01:05.38] The money that I make so I could add to my riches\n[01:07.75] Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n[01:10.28] Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat\n[01:12.84] A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n[01:15.44] And wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats\n[01:18.29] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[01:21.10] Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n[01:23.65] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[01:26.25] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[01:29.42] (I was knockin' muthafuckas out)\n[01:30.63] (What's your name boy?)\n[01:33.57] Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n[01:34.66] (Kick, kick that shit)\n[01:36.76] (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!)\n[01:39.20] Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up\n[01:42.17] Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n[01:44.11] To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box\n[01:47.20] But you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks\n[01:50.27] A dice game starts I said \"what the fuck\"\n[01:52.69] So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n[01:55.27] Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7\n[01:57.92] Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n[02:00.32] Got another point, I made it ten a fo'\n[02:02.87] Was takin' niggas money and was itching for mo'\n[02:05.97] Laughin' in their faces, said \"y'all makin' me rich\"\n[02:08.34] 'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch\n[02:10.76] He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n[02:13.32] So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n[02:16.57] He shot, then I shot\n[02:19.59] As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n[02:21.37] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[02:24.46] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[02:26.53] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n[02:29.65] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[02:32.41] (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n[02:34.69] Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n[02:36.04] (But how does he do it?)\n[02:37.90] (Eazy duz it, do it eazy)\n[02:39.03] (That's what I'm doing)\n[02:40.58] (Stop)\n[02:42.51] (Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n[02:43.16] Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\n[02:45.16] Straight out the box, from the gangsta category\n[02:48.26] About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka\n[02:50.12] He's addicted, he's a smoker, but in Compton called a clucker\n[02:53.75] He used to have a house car and golden rings\n[02:55.84] But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n[02:58.63] He must have been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house\n[03:00.85] Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out\n[03:03.71] Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n[03:06.30] Yeah, I went to jail, but that wasn't shit\n[03:08.82] Got to the station 'bout a quarter to nine\n[03:10.73] Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n[03:14.34] The bitch was a trip, cold hung up the phone\n[03:16.89] Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone\n[03:19.59] All the shit I did for her, like keepin' her rich\n[03:21.88] I swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch\n[03:24.96] Well by now you can guess that it was just my luck\n[03:27.51] The bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck\n[03:29.94] I looked him straight in the eye, and said \"what's up?\"\n[03:32.45] And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n[03:35.16] Now I'm back on the streets and my records are clean\n[03:38.10] I creeped on my bitch wit' my Uzi machine\n[03:39.88] Went to the house and kicked down the do'\n[03:43.11] Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe\n[03:46.19] Because I'm a gansta havin' fun\n[03:48.66] Never leave the pad without packin' a gun\n[03:52.15] Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n[03:53.69] Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it\n[03:57.29] From around the way, born in '73\n[03:59.93] Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n[04:02.81] It's '88 now, '73's obsolete\n[04:05.77] A nigga wit' a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n[04:09.40] And if y'all wanna hear some more\n[04:11.27] (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brotha)\n[04:14.09] (Word to the muthafucka)\n[04:16.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eazy‐Duz‐It\n  artist: Eazy-E\n  album: Eazy-Duz-It\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (He was once a thug from around the way)\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 4130\n- text: (Eazy, but you should...)\n  start_ms: 4130\n  end_ms: 5620\n- text: Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta 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supplying the beats\n\nBecause I'm a gansta having fun\nNever leave the pad without packing a gun\nHitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\nBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n(I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n(What's your name boy?)\nFunky, fresh Eazy-E\n(Kick, kick that shit)\n(Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n\nRolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\nStick my head out the window and I say what's up\nTo the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\nBut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\nA dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\nSo I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\nHard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\nRolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n\nGot another point, I made a ten a fo'\nWas taking niggas money and was itching for mo'\nLaughing in their faces and said \"you're all making me rich\"\nThen one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch\nHe pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\nSo I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\nHe shot, then I shot\nAs you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n\nBecause I'm a gansta having fun\nNever leave the pad without packing a gun\nHitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\nBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\nMuthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n(But how does he do it?)\n(Eazy duz it do it eazy)\n(That's what I'm doing)\n(STOP)\n(Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n\nNow I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\nStraight out the box from the gangsta category\nAbout a sucker, a sucker muthafucker\nHe's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker\nHe used to have a house car and golden rings\nBut the cooky cooky crack took all those things\nHe must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house\nCaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out!\n\nNow I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\nYeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit\nShe got to 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neighborhood cluck\nI looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\nAnd said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\nNow im back on the streets and my records are clean\nI creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\nWent to the house and kicked down the door\nUnloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n\nBecause I'm a gansta having fun\nNever leave the pad without packing a gun\nHitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\nBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\nFrom around the way, born in '73\nHarcore B-boy named Eazy-E\nIt's '88 now, '73's obselete\nA nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\nAnd if you all wanna hear some more\n(In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n(Word to the muthafucker)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eazy-Duz-It\n  artist: Eazy-E\n  album: Eazy-Duz-It (Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 261622\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (He was once a thug from around the way)\n  (Eazy, but you should)...\n  Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here\n  Yo, Dre (What's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline\n\n  (What the fuck is up?)\n  (In the place to be)\n  (Coming on the mic is) (Eazy-mothafuckin-E)\n  (Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut)\n  (So listen up close while we rip shit up)\n\n  Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore\n  You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\n  With my super duper group coming out to shoot\n  Eazy-E, muthafuckers cold knocking the boots\n  'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\n  If you heard (Compton), you think I own a drugstore\n  Getting stupid because I know how\n  And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a...\n\n  8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping\n  Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping\n  Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches\n  The money that I make so I can add to my riches\n  Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n  Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\n  A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n  And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n  (What's your name boy?)\n  Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n  (Kick, kick that shit)\n  (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n\n  Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\n  Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n  To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\n  But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\n  A dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\n  So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n  Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\n  Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n\n  Got another point, I made a ten a fo'\n  Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'\n  Laughing in their faces and said \"you're all making me rich\"\n  Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch\n  He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n  So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n  He shot, then I shot\n  As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n  Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n  (But how does he do it?)\n  (Eazy duz it do it eazy)\n  (That's what I'm doing)\n  (STOP)\n  (Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n\n  Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\n  Straight out the box from the gangsta category\n  About a sucker, a sucker muthafucker\n  He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker\n  He used to have a house car and golden rings\n  But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n  He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house\n  Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out!\n\n  Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n  Yeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit\n  She got to the station about a quarter of nine\n  Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n  The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone\n  Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone\n  All the shit I did for her like keeping her rich\n  I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch!\n\n  Well by now you should know it was just my luck\n  The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck\n  I looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\n  And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n  Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n  I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n  Went to the house and kicked down the door\n  Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  From around the way, born in '73\n  Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n  It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n  A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n  And if you all wanna hear some more\n  (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n  (Word to the muthafucker)\n"},{"id":25289792,"name":"Eazy-Duz-It","trackName":"Eazy-Duz-It","artistName":"Eazy-E","albumName":"Eazy Duz It [VINYL]","duration":261.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(He was once a thug from around the way)\n(Eazy, but you should)...\nBitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here\nYo, Dre (What's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline\n\n(What the fuck is up?)\n(In the place to be)\n(Coming on the mic is) (Eazy-mothafuckin-E)\n(Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut)\n(So listen up close while we rip shit up)\n\nWell I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore\nYou may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\nWith my super duper group coming out to shoot\nEazy-E, muthafuckers cold knocking the boots\n'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\nIf you heard (Compton), you think I own a drugstore\nGetting stupid because I know how\nAnd if a sucker talks shit, I give him a...\n\n8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping\nSlow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping\nHitting my switches, collect from my bitches\nThe money that I make so I can add to my riches\nFill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\nFeeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\nA hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\nAnd wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n\nBecause I'm a gansta having fun\nNever leave the pad without packing a gun\nHitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\nBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n(I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n(What's your name boy?)\nFunky, fresh Eazy-E\n(Kick, kick that shit)\n(Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n\nRolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\nStick my head out the window and I say what's up\nTo the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\nBut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\nA dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\nSo I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\nHard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\nRolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n\nGot another point, I made a ten a fo'\nWas taking niggas money and was itching for mo'\nLaughing in their faces and said \"you're all making me rich\"\nThen one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch\nHe pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\nSo I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\nHe shot, then I shot\nAs you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n\nBecause I'm a gansta having fun\nNever leave the pad without packing a gun\nHitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\nBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\nMuthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n(But how does he do it?)\n(Eazy duz it do it eazy)\n(That's what I'm doing)\n(STOP)\n(Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n\nNow I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\nStraight out the box from the gangsta category\nAbout a sucker, a sucker muthafucker\nHe's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker\nHe used to have a house car and golden rings\nBut the cooky cooky crack took all those things\nHe must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house\nCaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out!\n\nNow I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\nYeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit\nShe got to the station about a quarter of nine\nCall my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\nThe bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone\nNow my only phone call was in the ganking zone\nAll the shit I did for her like keeping her rich\nI swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch!\n\nWell by now you should know it was just my luck\nThe baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck\nI looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\nAnd said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\nNow im back on the streets and my records are clean\nI creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\nWent to the house and kicked down the door\nUnloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n\nBecause I'm a gansta having fun\nNever leave the pad without packing a gun\nHitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\nBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\nFrom around the way, born in '73\nHarcore B-boy named Eazy-E\nIt's '88 now, '73's obselete\nA nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\nAnd if you all wanna hear some more\n(In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n(Word to the muthafucker)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eazy-Duz-It\n  artist: Eazy-E\n  album: Eazy Duz It [VINYL]\n  duration_ms: 261560\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (He was once a thug from around the way)\n  (Eazy, but you should)...\n  Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here\n  Yo, Dre (What's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline\n\n  (What the fuck is up?)\n  (In the place to be)\n  (Coming on the mic is) (Eazy-mothafuckin-E)\n  (Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut)\n  (So listen up close while we rip shit up)\n\n  Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore\n  You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more\n  With my super duper group coming out to shoot\n  Eazy-E, muthafuckers cold knocking the boots\n  'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster\n  If you heard (Compton), you think I own a drugstore\n  Getting stupid because I know how\n  And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a...\n\n  8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping\n  Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping\n  Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches\n  The money that I make so I can add to my riches\n  Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat\n  Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat\n  A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets\n  And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (I was knocking muthafuckers out)\n  (What's your name boy?)\n  Funky, fresh Eazy-E\n  (Kick, kick that shit)\n  (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah)\n\n  Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up\n  Stick my head out the window and I say what's up\n  To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box\n  But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks\n  A dice game started so I said \"what the fuck\"\n  So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck\n  Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7\n  Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11\n\n  Got another point, I made a ten a fo'\n  Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'\n  Laughing in their faces and said \"you're all making me rich\"\n  Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch\n  He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last\n  So I said to myself, \"homeboy, you better think fast!\"\n  He shot, then I shot\n  As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask \"what was it?\"\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)\n  Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it\n  (But how does he do it?)\n  (Eazy duz it do it eazy)\n  (That's what I'm doing)\n  (STOP)\n  (Man whatcha gonna do now?)\n\n  Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story\n  Straight out the box from the gangsta category\n  About a sucker, a sucker muthafucker\n  He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker\n  He used to have a house car and golden rings\n  But the cooky cooky crack took all those things\n  He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house\n  Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out!\n\n  Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit\n  Yeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit\n  She got to the station about a quarter of nine\n  Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine\n  The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone\n  Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone\n  All the shit I did for her like keeping her rich\n  I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch!\n\n  Well by now you should know it was just my luck\n  The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck\n  I looked him straight in the eye and \"said what's up?\"\n  And said \"let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up\"\n  Now im back on the streets and my records are clean\n  I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine\n  Went to the house and kicked down the door\n  Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe!\n\n  Because I'm a gansta having fun\n  Never leave the pad without packing a gun\n  Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it\n  Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it\n\n  From around the way, born in '73\n  Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E\n  It's '88 now, '73's obselete\n  A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street\n  And if you all wanna hear some more\n  (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother)\n  (Word to the muthafucker)\n"}]