Eazy E - "8 Ball" lyrics
*** Complimentary 8 Ball Ringtone ***
Like the big funky
Nick named Eazy-E
Yo 8-Ball Junkie
Bass drum kickin
To show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick
Boy I dont quit
Loud wild mutha fucka
From around the way
I gotta sick shooter
Wanderin through the hood
Yo mean hombre
To find the boys
To kick dust and cuss
Crank up the noise
Police on my drawers
I had to pause
40 ounce in my lap
And it's freezin my balls
Hooked a right turn
And I say to myself
Let the boys go past
'They can kiss my ass'
Stopped at a light
Put the 8 at my lips
Put in the old tape
Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
Turn the beat up
Have the base cold rompin
Crusin through the East Side
South of Compton
See a big ass
And I said 'word'
I took a look at the face
And the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on me
for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's Fucked up
An got the 8-Ball rollin'
[Chorus]
(I was)
Whose Kickin' ass'
(I was)
Raised in LA
(I was)
Crusin down the street in my 6-4
Ridin Los Loses
Lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound
To diss yo law
Stopped at a light
And had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost
Wreaked my shit
Flipped his ass off
Got into the car
My bottle was empty
So I went to the store
Nigga on tilt
Cause I was drunk
Seen a sissy ass punk
Had to go in my trunk
Cause it's like that
Reached inside
With a silver gat
Came back out
And it was all because
Fired at the punk
I had to show the nigga
What time it was
Put up the Jam
Nick named Eazy-E
Yo 8-Ball Junkie
Bass drum kickin
To show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick
Boy I dont quit
Loud wild mutha fucka
From around the way
I gotta sick shooter
Wanderin through the hood
Yo mean hombre
To find the boys
To kick dust and cuss
Crank up the noise
Police on my drawers
I had to pause
40 ounce in my lap
And it's freezin my balls
Hooked a right turn
And I say to myself
Let the boys go past
'They can kiss my ass'
Stopped at a light
Put the 8 at my lips
Put in the old tape
Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
Turn the beat up
Have the base cold rompin
Crusin through the East Side
South of Compton
See a big ass
And I said 'word'
I took a look at the face
And the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on me
for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's Fucked up
An got the 8-Ball rollin'
[Chorus]
(I was)
Whose Kickin' ass'
(I was)
Raised in LA
(I was)
Crusin down the street in my 6-4
Ridin Los Loses
Lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound
To diss yo law
Stopped at a light
And had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost
Wreaked my shit
Flipped his ass off
Got into the car
My bottle was empty
So I went to the store
Nigga on tilt
Cause I was drunk
Seen a sissy ass punk
Had to go in my trunk
Cause it's like that
Reached inside
With a silver gat
Came back out
And it was all because
Fired at the punk
I had to show the nigga
What time it was
Put up the Jam
It ends like a mirage
A sissy like that
Got out to dodge
Suckers on me
Eazy-E's Fucked up
For the title I'm holdin
[Chorus]
And got the 8-Ball rollin
Old East 800
Yeah thats my brand
Take it in a bottle
40, Quart, or Can
Drink it like a mad man
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
Thats what I got
(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)
Stepped on yo foot
Cold dissed yo hoe
Called her a bitch
Asked her to dance
And she said 'hell no'
Boyz in the hood
Cause thats the rule
Tryin to keep me cool
Dammit homeboy
You wanna kick my but
And we get them up
I walk in you face
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 bitch
is all over his dick)
Fool got dropped
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
[Chorus]
Pass the brew Mutha Fuckas
While I trash it up
Eazy-E's in the place
And yall listen up close to role call:
I got money and juice
Rondevues with me
Dre makes the beat
And we make the duce
So god damn funky
Fuck the Brass Monkey
Do the old 8
Ice Cube writes the words
Hail to the niggaz
That I say
From CIA
Cazy beat is down
We make hard core jams
And in effect
So fuck respect
They can toast public parking
To the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
A sissy like that
Got out to dodge
Suckers on me
Eazy-E's Fucked up
For the title I'm holdin
[Chorus]
And got the 8-Ball rollin
Old East 800
Yeah thats my brand
Take it in a bottle
40, Quart, or Can
Drink it like a mad man
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
Thats what I got
(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)
Stepped on yo foot
Cold dissed yo hoe
Called her a bitch
Asked her to dance
And she said 'hell no'
Boyz in the hood
Cause thats the rule
Tryin to keep me cool
Dammit homeboy
You wanna kick my but
And we get them up
I walk in you face
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 bitch
is all over his dick)
Fool got dropped
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
[Chorus]
Pass the brew Mutha Fuckas
While I trash it up
Eazy-E's in the place
And yall listen up close to role call:
I got money and juice
Rondevues with me
Dre makes the beat
And we make the duce
So god damn funky
Fuck the Brass Monkey
Do the old 8
Ice Cube writes the words
Hail to the niggaz
That I say
From CIA
Cazy beat is down
We make hard core jams
And in effect
So fuck respect
They can toast public parking
To the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
*** Complimentary 8 Ball Ringtone ***
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