N.W.A — 8 Ball Remix

[Intro] "Kick that shit!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} "Cold kickin ass" {*scratch*} "cold kickin ass" {*scratch*} "Cold kickin ass" {*scratch*} "Kick that shit!" "Pull up a chair..." {*echoes*} [Verse 1: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin', to show my shit Rappin' holdin' my dick, boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin' motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean hombre' Rollin' through the hood, to find the boys To 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 hook a right turn and let the boys go past Then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk, got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up, had the bass cold whompin' Cruisin' through the Eastside, south of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin' Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' I, was.. "Cold kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'" "Too, much, posse!" [Verse 2: Eazy-E] Ridin' on Slauson lookin' for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit 'Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt 'cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass 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 Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage A sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holdin' Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' "Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all!" "And we puttin' it on wax" "Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all!" "YEAH!!!" *guitar riff* [Verse 3: 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 Fuck the police and a 5-O, too Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy hurling in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' ho Asked her to dance and she said ("Hell no!") Called her a bitch 'cause that's the rule ("Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!") Boys in the hood tryin' to keep me cool You tell my 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 "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped 'cause the title I'm holdin' Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" [Verse 4: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up And y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place, I got money and juice Ron-De-Vu with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say Hail to the niggas from C.I.A Krazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin' Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}