Dr. Dre - 8 Ball (Remix) lyrics

"Kick that sh**!" -] Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cold kickin a** {*scratch*} cold kickin a** {*scratch*} Cold kickin a** {*scratch*} "Kick that sh**!" "Pull up a chair.." -] Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink bra** monkey, like the beat funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Ba** drum kickin, to show my sh** Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherf**er from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean hombre' Rollin through the hood, to find the boys To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past Then I say to myself, "They can kiss my a**!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the sh** up had the ba** cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big a**, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the b**h was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cold kickin a**" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -] Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -] Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my sh** Flipped his a** off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store n***a on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-a** punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the n***a what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage A sissy like that got out of Dodge s**a on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin "f** it up y'all!" -] repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -] Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do f** the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three b**hes already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy hurling in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' ho Asked her to dance and she said "Hell no!" Called her a b**h cause that's the rule "b**h, who you callin a b**h?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my bu*t I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and watch you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly b**h is all over his Dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your a**!" -] Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your a**, b*tch!" -] Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pa** the brew motherf**er 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 god damn funky Do the Olde 8, f** the bra** monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the n***as from C.I.A Krazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so f** respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}