P.S. Phuk U 2

This is Eazy motherfuckin' E, coming to you direct from the Penthouse

And we chillin' in this motherfucker

Yo Playa, spit

Break yourself hoes, you're in the presence of his Mackness

Ruthless/Priority is back with another platinum package

For the suckers who didn't think we was coming just like this

Kiss my ass and watch a troop straight freak your bitch

And get a ho back with a mack smooth controlling the mind

And the body, be giving up the pussy a party

See busta-ass niggas getting paid, but it ain't shit though

Yeah you punk motherfuckers doing low but yo

Witness a mack with strong back attack with no pity

Getting fat off your bitch's titty

Los Angeles Players of the Penthouse are worldwide

Run but you can't hide, check your girl I'm sure to slide

Run up and between and get a ho cause she's been asking for

Don't disrespect us, she'll come back for more

Never underestimate the power of a young troop

Checking a fat grip and ain't on no head trip

With suckers on the nut sack hanging from the hairs

And bitches on the dick like my BVD underwear

For a freak ain't jocking for any reason, so what?

I'm a still hit some guts, get a nut, and a some cuts, sluta

If you do nothing, say nothing, you'll never be nothing

And there's a sucker born every motherfuckin' minute

Yo Quik, kick that shit

Now the suckers take a licking like a Timex

Cause I'm a troop and I'm rolling like a Rolex

And I'm your host with the most, Mr. Quik, Eazy-E

(And the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E) with something bumping for your stereo

But sucker-ass niggas don't hear me though

But funky is the password to make them fear me, though

Cause I'm platinum-bound with that west coast sound

And if you want to get down I got 17 rounds

Claiming you peel caps, nigga I pull naps

Of the next of the saps with that wack-ass cap

Like these South Bronx niggas, starving like rats

With songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps

How would you figure that a nigga like the Quik would show you slack?

I'd rather put a fucking shank in your back

Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll fuck your moms at gunpoint

Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint

So if you're looking in The Source magazine and don't see me

It's cause the fucking East Coast is the enemy

But I got something that'll serve you right

Nighty night motherfuckers (gunshot), sleep tight

Here comes another Penthouse Player, stepping on toes

Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic, and the hoes

Fade 'em my skinhead nigga

Now I'm a for sharp clothing and pose and be chosen

I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party, and the hoes and

Rolling suckers up in a zag like a spliff

Smoking 'em, like a new pimp cigarette

It's been said that I'm a get fucked

Or get fucked standing straight up

It's something bout your face, make me want to slap it

Something bout your eye, make me want to black it

Call me "Earl Shibe," I'll dip you alive

Spraypaint your posse for $99.95

The track stainless, the record of Tweed

Don't confuse me, for your bitch or your homey

Yeah I'm talking shit, only God can kill me

Your rhymes don't thrill me, suck my sweet dick, Willy

Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million?

I want a bus in ninet deuce fill in

The P the P the C, pimp or die low

Shake it up baby, it's coming back dope

I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles

Heart of California, land of the scandalous

Now there you have it, Penthouse, true motherfuckin' players

Kicking that pimp shit for '92

And if you don't like it, fuck you