Eazy E - 8-Ball Lyrics

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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

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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

(fuck 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 niggaz

>From cia

Cazy beat/d is down

And in effect

We make hard core jams

So fuck 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

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