N.W.A. - 8 Ball Lyrics

[Intro - samples](Kick that shit)(Cold kicking ass)Cold kicking assCold kicking ass(Funky fresh Eazy-E)(Pull up a chair and I'ma tear shit up)[Verse 1]I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funkyNickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkieBass drum kicking to show my shitRapper holdin' my dick, boy, I don't quitAnd if ain't rap, then you know it's crapCrowd rocking sucka stomper from around the wayI got a six-shooter, yo, mean hombreE rolling out, to find the BoyzTo kick dust and cuss, crank up some noisePolice on my tail, I don't like jail40 ounce in my lap and and it's cold as hellHook a right turn and let the boys go pastThen I say to myself, they can kiss my assHip to get drunk got the eight in my lipsPut in the old tape Marvin Gaye's Greatest HitsTurn the shit up had the bass cold whompingCruising through the Eastside, South of ComptonSee a big ass, and I say wordI took a look at her face, and the bitch was to the curbBut she was on my tip for the title I'm holdingEazy-E's getting busy got the 8-ball rolling[Hook]I, was...cold kicking assI, was...raised in L.AI, was...cruising down the street in my six-fourToo much posse[Verse 2]Riding on Slausson, looking for CrenshawTurned down the sounds, to ditch the lawStopped at a light and had a fitCause a Mexican almost wrecked my shitFlipped his ass off put it to the floorBottle was empty so I went to the storeNigga on tip cause I was drunkSee a sissy ass punk, had to go in my trunkReached inside cause it's like thatCame back out with a silver gatFired at the punk and it was all becauseI had to show the nigga what time it wasPulled out the jammy and like a mirageA sissy like that got out of DodgeSucka on me cause the title I'm holdingEazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball rollingFuck it up, y'allFuck it up, y'allFuck it up, y'allFuck it up, y'allFuck it up, y'allFuck it up, y'allYeah[Verse 3]Olde English 800, because that's my brandTake it in a bottle, forty, quart or canDrink it like a madman, yes I doFuck the police and a 502Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hellThree bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"40 ounce in hand that's what I gotYo man you see Eazy hurling in the parking lotStepped on your foot cold dissed your hoAsked her to dance and she said, "Hell no"Called her a bitch because that's the ruleBoyz-n-the hood trying to keep me coolTell my homeboy you wanna kick my buttI walked in your face and we get em upI started dropping the dogs, and watch you foldJust dumb full of cum got knocked out cold"Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!Now your fly bitches all over his dick!"Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdingEazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling[Verse 4]Yo, pass the brew Ren while I tear shit upAnd y'all listen up close to roll callEazy-E's in the place I got money and juiceRon-De-Vu's with me and we make the deuceDre makes the beats so funk funk funkyDo the Olde 8, forget the brass monkeyIce Cube writes the rhymes, that I sayHail to the niggas from C.I.AKrazy D is down and in effectWe make hardcore jams, so fuck respectMake a toast all you punk to the title I'm holdingEazy-E's breaking out and got the 8-ball rollingMan I'm outta hereYo Eazy, you forgot to tell em what city you chill inIn the city (city of Compton)In the city (city of Compton)City City City of ComptonCity City City of ComptonCity City City of ComptonCity City City of ComptonCity City City of Compton