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Yeah, College Boys
Still laid back
We ain't tryin' to prove nothin'
That's right y'all baby, we just are
Easy
Well by now you know I'm grateful
God gave me everything I prayed for
The same goes down in the same hometown
Cruisin' around with your booze in a brown paper bag
Real niggas from the South don't sag
Just down by the bay singin' along to Marvin Gaye
Sippin' Mickeys with the trickies from around the way
It's kinda easy if you want to roll with the Big T
Put down your weapon for a second, aight now
How you figure you this overnight trigger
Happy gun fightin' buster from Central Heights
You used to vibe with us, ride with us
Sippin' on that citrus and gin and tilted off that Hennessy
You damn near kin to me
And I would hate to see you pay the piper for playin' sniper
I write the real shit, the way I feel shit
Could only be me, that's why I'm easy
That's why I'm easy
You know I'm easy
That's why I'm easy
Oh girl I'm easy
I'm still writin' my rhymes in the kitchen
Yeah I went to Hollywood but ain't a damn thing different
You might see me hangin' with the Halleys and the Berrys
I'm a triflin' ho, inquiring minds would like to know
I'm not that bougie black in the Beamer sippin' Zima
Straight pop like Tina if you see me
Hangin' with them rich ass freaks, fuck publicity
Nonetheless, I'm a ho it ain't no mystery
Pop life
Ain't got a damn thing in common with a nigga and his mic
Because I'm true to who I am and who I be
I never had a bodyguard, I'm too hard for maximum security
'Cause I got worldwide protection
In every slum, in every dump, in every section
Ooh, it doesn't seem like I be goin' nowhere
But I got some love so I don't care
That's why I'm easy
You know I'm easy
That's why I'm easy
Y'all know I'm easy
Mo' Texas, the limo stretches, we exit
Straight to the stage and we wreck shit
Down with the CB forever
Microphone checka, dope niggas of a feather flock together
So you can keep your colors and your sets and your straps
But ain't shit that you can do to bring the old school back
So rest your head and let me have a moment of peace
So I can holler at my homies deceased and I'm easy
That's why I'm easy
You know I'm easy
That's why I'm easy
Oh girl I'm easy
I'm still writin' my rhymes in the kitchen
Yeah I went to Hollywood but ain't a damn thing different
You might see me hangin' with the Halleys and the Berrys
I'm a triflin' ho, inquiring minds would like to know
I'm not that bougie black in the Beamer sippin' Zima
Straight pop like Tina if you see me
Hangin' with them rich ass freaks, fuck publicity
Nonetheless, I'm a ho it ain't no mystery
Pop life
Ain't got a damn thing in common with a nigga and his mic
Because I'm true to who I am and who I be
I never had a bodyguard, I'm too hard for maximum security
'Cause I got worldwide protection
In every slum, in every dump, in every section
Ooh, it doesn't seem like I be goin' nowhere
But I got some love so I don't care