„We Want Eazy!“ – zum 20. Todestag von Eric „Eazy-E“ Wright

Nun ist es also schon 20 Jahre her, dass Eazy-E von uns gegangen ist, und auch dieses Jahr ehre ich einen meiner ersten Lieblingsrapper mit einem Posting zu seinem Todestag. Ich weiß noch, wie ich das Video zu We Want Eazy das erste Mal sah, wie ich gefeiert habe auf den Knastwärter, der zu Boyz N Tha Hood im Walkman abgeht, auf Eazy, wie er direkt aus dem Knast die Fragen des gehypten Publikums beantwortet, auf seine kleine Gesangseinlage am Ende und das Posing neben dem zwei Köpfe größeren Bootsy Collins, auf dessen Ahh… Thew Name Is Bootsy, Baby der Track basiert. R.I.P. Eazy – gone but never forgotten.

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Straight off the streets of Compton
Dedicated, and by most suckas hated
Would you put your hands together for…
Eazy-E

Well, clap ya hands then-come on
Clap ya hands everybody
Clap ya hands, come on, come on
Put ya hands together and clap ‚em
Now can y’all say Eazy
Come on, say it

EAZ-AY
Everybody come on,
EAZ-AY
who Y’all come to see
EAZ-AY
A lil‘ louder come-on…

People from everywhere gather around
Checkin‘ out the sound that Eazy is throwin‘ down
With some help from Ren and Dre
Makin‘ a way with dope style
Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say

A miracle of modern creation
Eazy E’s on the set
Hyped up with the bass
And a little bit of what ya love
From a brother who’s smooth like a criminal
I mean subliminal
Otherwise known as a villain
Because I’m ruthless
When I spot a sucka, I kill ‚em
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it’s obvious, tell ‚em who you came to see

EAZ-AY…

Yeah ‚cuz this is the way I know you like it
So you won’t strike it
I took it and I hyped it
And now that it’s done, I know ya pleased
At how the E just duz it with ease
Just imagine a crowd screamin‘, a girl dreamin‘
Just to get a picture of me ’n‘ my B-O-Y-Z
From the H-double-O-D
N.W.A., down with me
Strong ’n‘ I’m ragin‘
Turn the page ’n‘
See I’m not a son of a gun
I’m a gauge ’n‘
Nuthin‘ can avoid this shot ‚cause it’s hittin‘
It’s so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
I’m comin‘ off raw into ya speaker
Makin‘ the suckas on the street feel weaker
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it’s obvious, tell ‚em who you came to see

EAZ-Y…

Aw, never, I’m just too clever
So, in fact, that no one can sever
A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear
So a register is all I hear
Money overturned, then I jet
To make another hit, for you to go and get
Record stores sold out because you love it
Another example of how Eazy duz it

EAZ-Y
We want Eazy…

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