Eazy E Lyrics

Read the lines, who decide when my shit gone pop

Dished mad runs, like my shit won't stop

I could fuck the game with my dick on soft

Bad bitch, I'm just hoping that her lip gone drop

If she drop that top, that's a breeze on me

Only from the front coz the face so sweet

Real muthafuckin' G, like I'm Eaz-to the-E

What you telling me

Ric flair, jeans swing like I'm a groovy nigga

You don't see this life we live is just a movie nigga

Speed camera on the left better say cheese

You know the, can't catch us coz the plates clean

She wan put me on the film, better pay me

Give assists on the CAM like I'm KdB

In the box tryna chop it to my brother Shay

If he late, do it on my J's, like I'm Swae Lee

Someone said, I just copped an AP

Nah babes that's Vitae on my left wrist

I don't hide it in the shop man I flex it

Before they chase a nigga out like it's Brexit (Suella)

Hit a lick, now we looking for the exit

Get home, then we snap the loot to the bredrins

Me and J Lambo on the block like it's Tetris

Ticks on my feet, step correct, no checklist

Baby check this

Read the lines, who decide when my shit gone pop

Dished mad runs, like my shit won't stop

I could fuck the game with my dick on soft

Bad bitch, I'm just hoping that her lip gone drop

If she drop that top, that's a breeze on me

Only from the front coz the face so sweet

Real muthaphuckkin' G, like I'm Eaz-to the-E

What you telling me

Triple A, that's the grade, no chemistry

I bill it up for all my niggas in the cemetery

Take a hit, charge it to the game, that's the energy

You know me I find the pluses from the negative

That's a stretch, but I'm always tryna better me

Yeah they hating but I see beneath the jealousy

Don't let em' put you in a box, you're the center piece

Pedestal? nah they ain't even on our pedigree

No ability

If it ain't rap then I'm dancing like I'm Diddy b

You tryna get rid of me

Please don't be so silly b

Really you just feeling me

Always bring the smoke, no frizz, that's humidity

Talk with no humility

Cook it with no kidney beans

Whip it like it's edible

Hit the gas

Texaco

Biting point

Let it go

I be spitting casual, they see it as incredible

Ain't even touched my pinnacle, you witnessing a spectacle

Read the lines, who decide when my shit gone pop

Dished mad runs, like my shit won't stop

I could fuck the game with my, on soft

Bad, I'm just hoping that her lip gone drop

She drop that top, that's a breeze on me

Only from the front coz the face so sweet

Real muthafuckkin' G, like I'm Eaz-to the-E