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letra de cooky crack - benraps

{verse 1}
well i’m eazy-e, i got b-tches galore
you may have a lot of b-tches but i got much more
wit’ my super-duper group coming out the chute
eazy-e, m-th-f-ckas cold knockin’ the boots
’cause i’m a hip hop thugster, i used to be a mugster
if you heard you think i own a drugstore
gettin’ stupid because i know how
and if a sucka talks sh-t, i give him a
8 ball sippin’, the b-tches are flippin’
slow down, i hit a dip an’, continue my trippin’
hittin’ my switches, collect from my b-tches
the money that i make so i could add to my riches
fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
feelin’ good as h-ll because my pockets are fat
a hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
and wit’ a homiе like dre just supplyin’ the bеats

{chorus}
because i’m a gansta havin’ fun
never leave the pad without packing a gun
hittin’ hard as f-ck, i make you ask “what was it?”
boy you shoulda known by now, eazy duz it

{verse 2}
rollin’ through the hood, cold tearin’ sh-t up
stick my head out the window and i say what’s up
to the — on the corner cold bumpin’ the box
but you know that’s a alibi for slangin’ the rocks
a dice game starts i said “what the f-ck”
so i put my sh-t in park and had to try my luck
hard to roll wit’ my b-tch jockin’ 24-7
rolled them m-th-f-ckers, ate ’em up, hit 11
got another point, i made it ten a fo’
was takin’ — money and was itching for mo’
laughin’ in their faces, said “y’all makin’ me rich”
’til one punk got jealous, cold slapped my b-tch
he pulled out his gat, i knew he wouldn’t last
so i said to myself, “homeboy, you better think fast!”
he shot, then i shot
as you can see, i cold smoked his ass
{chorus}
because i’m a gansta havin’ fun
never leave the pad without packin’ a gun
hittin’ hard as f-ck, i make you ask “what was it?”
boy you shoulda known by now, eazy duz it
m-th-f-ckin’ eazy duz it

{verse 3}
now i’m a break it down just to tell a little story
straight out the box, from the gangsta category
about a sucker, a sucker m-th-f-cka
he’s addicted, he’s a smoker, but in compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
but the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must have been starvin’ ’cause he broke in my house
caught the — on the street and straight took his ass out
now i wanted for a murder that i had to commit
yeah, i went to jail, but that wasn’t sh-t
got to the station ’bout a quarter of nine
called my b-tch to get me out ’cause i was down for mine
the b-tch was a trip, cold hung up the phone
now my only phone call was in the gankin’ zone
all the sh-t i did for her, like keepin’ her rich
i swear when i get out i’m gonna k!ll the b-tch
well by now you can guess that it was just my luck
the bailiff of the station was the neighborhood cluck
i looked him straight in the eye, and said “what’s up?”
and said “let’s make a deal, you know i’ll do you up”
now i’m back on the streets and my records are clean
i creeped on my b-tch wit’ my uzi machine
went to the house and kicked down the do’
unloaded like h-ll, cold smoked the hoe
{chorus}
because i’m a gansta havin’ fun
never leave the pad without packin’ a gun
hittin’ hard as f-ck, i make you ask what was it
boy you shoulda known by now, eazy duz it
from around the way, born in ’73
harcore b-boy named eazy-e
it’s ’88 now, ’73’s obsolete
a — wit’ a serious ass attitude and 100% street
and if y’all wanna hear some more
in one way or the other, i’m a bad brotha
word to the m-th-f-cka

{verse 4}
you better watch out you better not cry
santa claus is coming to town~
with me eazy-e

{epilogue}
don’t worry its just instrumentals
don’t worry bout that go!

- benraps

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