Eazy

New group I got out of Cleveland called Bone, called Thugs-N-Harmony

They're about to drop something soon!

(And the winner is) straight outta Cleveland, please welcome Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Forever, eternal, my mentor, that nigga named E was a game changer

So thuggish and ruggish, he put on my city, he knew how to put out the bangers

He knew that my niggas had talent, he knew how to keep us in balance

Remember, we smoked in the Benz with him, remember, we smoked in a mansion

Nigga was built like a tank, nigga was really hard to hit

They knew that my nigga was runnin' the West, that godfather of gangsta shit!

"Thugsta Thugsta!" That's what they be yellin'

And where would the Bone be without him? Ain't no tellin'

Now, what would the game be like if it wasn't for Eazy and the rest of N.W.A.?

You wouldn't have Dre, you wouldn't have "Chronic," or gangsta music to play

You wouldn't have "Doggystyle," no Snoop, or "Gin & Juice"

Amerikkka's Most Wanted," imagine there being no Ice Cube

Yeah, Eazy, we just like you, I'm Sunday morning chillin'

Stomped in my big black boots, I'm MC Ren, the Villain

Now, DJ Yella be cuttin' and scratchin' and mixin' and makin' that song

Imagine it being no Bone, my city would've never got put on

Why I'm Eazy (oh), said, I'm Eazy like Sunday morning (oh, hey!)

That's why I'm Eazy (oh), I'm Eazy like Sunday morning

We had to do this for the love of Eazy, still reppin' him, please believe it

If he would've never believed in us, said that "This what everybody was missin'"

Now we on the mission, come straight outta Cleveland

We finally caught up with our dreams, man (dreams, man)

So, now we don't never have to chase 'em no more

Crept and kept creepin', keep rappin', keep sleepin'

Bone gon' make sure they remember ya name

Nothin' has changed, we still doing them every day thangs

We proudly sing, "Eazy from N.W.A. was a friend of mine!" (Friend of mine)

Come on, Eazy like, Eazy like

You wanna know why I'm Eazy? 'Cause I'm just like my pops!

Still cruisin' the city from Compton on through Watts

Fuck the police! Yep, they still be sayin'

Turn on the radio, and "Gangsta Gangsta" is what they playin'

Huh, yeah, "Boyz-n-the-Hood" still got that attitude

We shakin' shit up, standin' on business, what we had to do

You know we keep the heat, but we just want the peace

Cruisin' like Sunday morning, come slide down Eazy Street

Why I'm Eazy (oh), said I'm Eazy like Sunday morning (oh, hey!)

That's why I'm Eazy (oh), I'm Eazy like Sunday morning