N.w.a. - 8 Ball lyrics

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N.w.a. - 8 Ball lyrics

Kick that sh**... I don't drink bra** monkey Like to be funky Nickname Bullet Loc Your 8-ball junkie Ba** drum kickin' to show my sh** Rockin', holdin' my dick Boy I don't quit Crowd rockin' muthaf**a from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo, mean I'm brave Rollin' through the hood To find the boys Kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers I have to pause 40 Ounce's in my lap and it's freezin' my balls Hook a right turn, 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** on high on Cruisin' through the East Side, South ?? Seen the b**h a** Then I say word Took a look at the face and the b**h was street curb Ho's on my dick for the title I'm holdin' Bullet Loc f**ed up and got the 8-ball rollin In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Kick that sh** --] Flavor Flav Ridin' on ??? weed is on ??? Turned down the sound And ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit Cause old b**h 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 an enemy on mine, 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 ?? cause I had to show the n***a what time it was Pulled out the heat And like a mirage A busta like that got out of dodge s**er's on me cause the title I'm holdin' Bullet Loc's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin' In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Kick that sh** --] Flavor Flav 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 the 5.0 too Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell 3 b**hes already said: "Ohh Bullet your breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand That's what I got (Yo, you see Bullet earlin' in the parkin lot?) Stepped on your foot, cold dissed your ho' Asked her to dance and she said: "Hell no!" Called her a b**h cause that's the rule (b**h, who d'you callin' a b**h?) Boyz in the hood tryin' to keep me cool Tell your 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 (Ah aha, 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' Bullet Loc f**ed up and got the 8-ball rollin' In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Kick that sh** --] Flavor Flav Pa** the brew muthaf**a while I tear sh** up And y'all listen up close to roll call Bullet Loc's in this b**h, I got money and juice Blue crooks with me and we make the deuce Ant Banks makes the beats so muthaf**in' funky Do the Olde 8 f** the bra** monkey I write all the rhymes That I say Hail to the n***as from C.I.A Blue Tray is down and in effect We make hardcore jams so f** respect Make a toast blue beast to the title I'm holdin' Bullet Loc's f**ed up and got the 8-ball rollin' In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Yeah yeah n***a Bullet Loc is in this biotch Rest In Peace to my n***a Eazy-E Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha what! In the cityyyyy (San Diego) Kick that sh** --] Flavor Flav In the cityyyyy (San Diego) Kick that sh** --] Flavor Flav