ฟังเพลง8 Ball (Remix / Remastered/2000)

I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky

Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kicking to show my s**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*s

Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips

Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits

Turn the s**t up had the bass cold whomping

Cruising through the east side south of Compton

See a big a*s and I say word

I took a look at the face and the b***h was to the curb

H*es 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 s**t

Flipped his a*s off put it to the floor

Bottle was empty so I went to the store

N***a on tip cause I was drunk

See a sissy a*s 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 nigger 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***hes 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 h*e

Asked her to dance and she said Hell No

Called her a b***h 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***hes all over his d**k

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 s**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 godd**n funky

Do the Olde 8 f**k the brass monkey

Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say

Hail to the n***as 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