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8 ball Lyrics

8 ball by N.W.A.  

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8 ball Verse One: Eazy-E

I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking, to show my sh*t
Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherf**ker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo mean 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
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 sh*t up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of Compton
See a big ass and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the b**ch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Two: Eazy-E

Riding on Slauson looking for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my sh*t
Flipped his ass off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tip 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 nigger 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 holding
Eazy-E's f**ked 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**k the police and a 5-0 too
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three b**ches already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy urlin' 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**ch cause that's the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dropping 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**che is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Four: Eazy-E

Pass the brew mother f**ker while I tear sh*t up
and yall 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**k the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so f**k respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling



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