This is a song about "Hood eazy e"

Third ward general, young cash money

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

No it ain't easy

Its the h.o.r.s double e

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

-w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

From hollywood to the hood

My bitches fuck me good

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

I'm chillin' in this hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look