NWA - 8-ball lyrics

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NWA - 8-ball lyrics

Verse One: Eazy E I don't drink bra** monkey like to be funky Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie Ba** drum kicking to show my sh** Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit Crowd rocking motherf**er from around the way I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave Rolling 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 in my lap and it's freezing my balls Hook a right turn and let the boys go past and 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 whomping Cruising through the east side 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 holding Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rolling Verse Two: Eazy-E Riding on Slauson down towards 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 tip 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******g 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 holding Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 Ball rolling 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 park I was drunk as hell Three b**hes already said, "Eric your breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' in the parking lot?" Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!" Called her a b**h cause that's the rule Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my bu*t I walked in your face and we get on up I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold "Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick! Now your fly b**hes all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rolling Verse Four: Eazy-E Pa** the brew mother f**er while I tear sh** up and you 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 goddamn funky Do the Olde 8 f** the bra** monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the n***as from CIA Crazy D is down and in effect We make hard core jams so f** respect Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rolling