N.W.A – 8 Ball Lyrics

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[Intro]
Kick that shit
Cold kicking ass
Funky fresh Eazy-E
Pull up a chair and I'mma tear shit up

[Verse 1]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking and a snag I nag
And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap
Crowd rocking mutha fucka from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo, mean hombre
E rolling out, to find the Boyz
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise

Police on my draws, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the pigs go up
Then I say to myself, they can kiss my butt
Hip to get drunk got the eight in my lips

Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Rolling so hard had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the Eastside, South of Compton

See a big butt, and I say word
I took a look at her face, and the girl wasto the curb

But she was on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's getting busy got the 8-ball rolling

[Hook]
I, was...cold kicking ass
I, was...raised in L.A
I, was...cruising down the street in my six-four
Too much posse

[Verse 2]
Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light wouldn't you now
A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-fo'
Flipped him off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Acting real ill cause I was drunk
See a sucker punk, had to go in my trunk
Reach inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat

Pointed at the fool, and it was all because
I had to show the boy what time it was

When I turn around it was like a mirage
Knucklehead like that got out of dodge
Suckas be illing cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's in affect and got the 8-ball rolling

[Verse 3]
Olde English 800, because that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or can

Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said," Eric yo' breath smells! "
8 ball in hand, that's what I got
Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in the parkin lot
Punked your lady, stepped on her toe
Asked her to dance and she said, hell no
Called her a bitch because that's the rule
Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep my cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get em up
I started dropping the dogs, and watch you fold
Just dumb stupid bum, got knocked out cold
Fool got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8-ball rolling

[Verse 4]
Yo pass the brew Ren while I tear shit up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Ron-De-Vu with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so funk funk funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the homies from C.I.A
Krazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast stupid punk to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rolling
Man I'm outta here
Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell em what city you chill in
In the city (city of Compton)
In the city (city of Compton)
City City City of Compton (Repeat x5)

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