8-ball lyrics
by Eazy E



I dont drink *** monkeyLike the beat funkyNick name Eazy-EYo 8-Ball JunkieBass drum kickinTo show my sh*tRappin holdin of my d*ckBoy I dont quitCrime rappin mutha f*cka>From around the wayI gotta sick shooteryo mean hombreRollin through the hoodTo find the boyskick dust and cussCrank up some noisePolice on my drawersI have to pause40 ounce in my lapAnd it's freezin my ballsI Hooked a right turnLet the boys go pastAnd I say to myself'They can kiss my a**'** Get drunk got the 8 in my lipsPut in the old tapeMarvin Gayes Greatest hitsTurn the shit upHave the base cold rompinCrusin through the East SideSouth of ComptonSee a big a**And I said 'word'I took a look at the faceAnd the bitch was to the curbHoe on my tippfor the title I'm holdinEazy-E's F*cked upAn 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 LosesLookin for CrenshawTurned down the soundTo diss the lawStopped at a lightAnd had a fitCause a Mexican almostWreaked my shitFlipped his a** off** to the floorbottle was emptySo I went to the storeNigga on tiltCause I was drunkSeen a sissy a** punkHad to go in my trunkReached insideCause it's like thatCame back outWith a silver gatFired at the punkAnd it was all becauseI had to show the niggaWhat time it wasPut up the JamIt ends like a mirageA sissy like thatGot out of dodgeSuckers on meFor the title I'm holdinEazy-E's F*cked upAnd got the 8-Ball rollin(Fuck It Up ya`ll) x6(YEAH)Old East 800'cause thats my brandTake it in a bottle40, Quart, or CanDrink it like a mad manYes I doF**K the policeAnd a 502Stepped in the partyI was drunk as hellThree b**ches already said'Eric yo breath smells'40 ounce in handThats what I got(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)Stepped on yo footCold dissed yo hoeAsked her to danceAnd she said 'hell no'Called her a b**chCause thats the ruleBoyz in the hoodTryin to keep me coolyou tell my homeboyYou wanna kick my butI walked in your faceAnd we get them upI start droppin the dogsAnd watch you foldStraight dumb fulla cumGot knocked out cold(Made you look sickyou snotty nosed pricknow yo fly b**chis all over his d**k)Punk got droppedFor the title I'm holdinEazy-E's f*cked upAnd got the 8-Ball rollinCourusPass the brew M*tha F*ckasWhile I trash shit upAnd yall listen up close to role call:Eazy-E's in the placeI got money and juiceRondevues with meAnd we make the duceDre makes the beatSo g*d damn funkyDo the old 8F*ck the Brass MonkeyIce Cube writes the rhymesThat I sayHail to the niggaz>From CIACazy beat/D is downAnd in effectWe make hard core jamsSo fuck respectMake a toast toast puppy punkTo the title I'm holdinEazy-E's f*cked upAnd got the 8-Ball rollin