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8 Ball

N.W.A.14 Feb 1987

8 Ball Lyrics

 

8 Ball (美式8球) (Explicit) - N.W.A.

I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky

Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kicking to show my sh*t

Rap a hole in my D**K boy I don't quit

Crowd rocking motherf**ker 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 balls

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 sh*t 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**ch was to the curb

Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding

Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

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 sh*t

Flipped his a** off put it to the floor

Bottle was empty so I went to the store

Ni**a 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****r 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 holding

Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 Ball rolling

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**k the police and a 502

Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell

Three b**ches 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**ch cause that's the rule

Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool

Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt

I walked in your face and we get on up

I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall

Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold

" Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!

Now your fly b**ches all over his dick! "

Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding

Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Pass the brew mother f**ker while I tear sh*t 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 goddamn funky

Do the Olde 8 f**k the brass monkey

Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say

Hail to the niggas from CIA

Crazy D is down and in effect

We make hard core jams so f**k respect

Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding

 

Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***