N.w.a. - 8 Ball (Remix) (Edited) lyrics
[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)}