Eazy-E — 8-Ball

I dont drink *** monkey Like the beat funky Nick name Eazy-E Yo 8-Ball Junkie Bass drum kickin To show my sh*t Rappin holdin of my d*ck Boy I dont quit Crime rappin mutha f*cka From around the way I gotta sick shooter Yo mean hombre 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 in my lap And it's freezin my balls I Hooked a right turn Let the boys go past And I say to myself 'They can kiss my a**' ** Get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gayes Greatest hits Turn the shit up Have the base cold rompin Crusin through the East Side South of Compton See a big a** And I said 'word' I took a look at the face And the bitch was to the curb Hoe on my tipp For the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's F*cked up An got the 8-Ball rollin' Courus (I was) Who Kickin' a**? (I was) Raised in LA (I was) Crusin down the street in my 6-4 (to much posse) Ridin Los Loses Lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound To diss the law Stopped at a light And had a fit Cause a Mexican almost Wreaked my shit Flipped his a** off ** to the floor Bottle was empty So I went to the store Nigga on tilt Cause I was drunk Seen 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 nigga What time it was Put up the Jam It ends like a mirage A sissy like that Got out of dodge Suckers on me For the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's F*cked up And got the 8-Ball rollin (F**k It Up ya'll) x6 (YEAH) Old East 800 Cause thats my brand Take it in a bottle 40, Quart, or Can Drink it like a mad man Yes I do F**K the police And a 502 Stepped in the party I was drunk as hell Three b**ches already said 'Eric yo breath smells' 40 ounce in hand Thats what I got (Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot) Stepped on yo foot Cold dissed yo hoe Asked her to dance And she said 'hell no' Called her a b**ch Cause thats the rule Boyz in the hood Tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy You wanna kick my but I walked in your face And we get them up I start droppin the dogs And watch you fold Straight dumb fulla cum Got knocked out cold (Made you look sick You snotty nosed prick Now yo fly b**ch Is all over his d**k) Punk got dropped For the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's f*cked up And got the 8-Ball rollin Courus Pass the brew M*tha F*ckas While I trash shit up And yall listen up close to role call: Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rondevues with me And we make the duce Dre makes the beat So g*d damn funky Do the old 8 F*ck the Brass Monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes That I say Hail to the niggas From CIA Cazy beat/D is down And in effect We make hard core jams So f**k respect Make a toast toast puppy punk To the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's f*cked up And got the 8-Ball rollin