8 Ball [Remix] Lyrics

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking, to show my s***
Rap a hole in my d***, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rocking m*********** from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and 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 b****
Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
And I say to myself, "They can kiss my a**"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the s*** up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of Compton
See a big a** and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the b**** was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the t**le I'm holding
Eazy-E's f***** up and got the 8 ball rolling

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Riding on Slauson down towards Crenshaw
Turned down the sound to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my s***
Flipped his a** off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
n**** on tip cause I was drunk
See 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 n***** 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 t**le I'm holding
Eazy-E's f***** 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*** the police and a 502
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three b****** already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' 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**** cause that's the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my b***
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of c**n got knocked out cold
"Make you look sick you snotty nosed p****!
Now your fly b****** all over his d***!"
Punk got dropped cause the t**le I'm holding
Eazy-E's f***** up and got the 8 ball rolling
[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew m************ while I tear s*** up
And you all 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 g****** funky
Do the Olde 8 f*** the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the n***** from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so f*** respect
Make a toast all you punks to the t**le I'm holding
Eazy-E's f***** up and got the 8 ball rolling
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