[Intro - samples]
Kick that x5
Cold kicking ow
Kick that
Funky fresh Eazy-E
Kick that
Cold kicking ow
Pull up a chair and I'ma tear it up
[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
I don't drink bra** monkey, like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E, yo 8 ball junkie
Ba** drum kicking and a snag I nag
And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap
Crowd rocking s**er stomper 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 tail, I don't like jail
40 ounce in my lap and it's cold as hell
Hook a right turn and let the dim go up
Then I say to myself, they can kiss my bu*t
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 ba** cold whomping
Cruising through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big bu*t, and I say word
I took a look at her face, and the girl was to 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: Samples]
I, was...cold kicking a**
I, was...raised in L.A
I, was...cruising down the street in my six-four
Too much posse
[Verse 2: Eazy-E]
Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and wouldn't you now
A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-fo'
Flipped him off, cruise by the mall
Went to the store for some Olde 8 ball
Acting real ill cause I was drunk
See a s**er punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached 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 turned around it was like a mirage
Knucklehead like that got out of dodge
s**ers be illing cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's in affect and got the 8 ball rolling
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800, cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Forget the police and a 5-0-2
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three girls 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 skizzy because that's the rule
Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep me cool
You tell my homeboys you wanna kick my bu*t
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
"Made you look sick, you snotty nosed prick
Now your fly ***** is all over his ****"
Fool got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8 ball rolling
[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
Yo pa** the brew Ren while I tear sh** up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so funk funk funky
Do the Olde 8, forget the bra** 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 give us respect
Make a toast stupid punk to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's breaking out and got the 8 ball rolling
[Outro: Eazy, (MC Ren), ]
Man I'm outta here
(Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell 'em what city you chill in)
{In the city (Scratching) City of Compton}
{In the city (Scratching) City of Compton}
{City, City, City of Compton (Repeat x5)}