8 Ball (Remix)

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 eight 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

Ho on my tip for the title I'm holdin'

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin'

I was

Cold kicking ass

I was

Raised in L.A.

I was

Cruising down the street in my six-four (Too much posse, posse)

Riding on Slausson, 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 shit

Flipped his ass off

Put it to the floor

Bottle was empty so I went to the store

**** 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 **** 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

Fuck it up, y'all

Fuck it up, y'all

Fuck it up, y'all

Yeah

Olde English 800 'cause that's my brand

Take it in a bottle, forty, quart, or can

Drink it like a madman, yes, I do

Fuck the police and a 502

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 holding

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin'

Stomp a mudhole in your ass

Stomp a mudhole in your ass

Bitch

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's 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 **** 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'

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