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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
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/n-w-a/straight-outta-compton-n-w-a-10th-anniversary-tribute/8-ball.html]

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 butt
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

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