8 Ball (Remix)

(Kick that shit)
City of Compton, city of Compton
Cold kickin' ass, cold kickin' ass
Cold kickin' ass (kick that shit)
Pull up a chair

I don't drink brass monkey (monkey), like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E (Eazy-E) your 8-ball junkie
Bass drum kicking, to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter, yo, mean I am brave (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 (freezing my balls)
A right turn and let the boys go past
Then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass"
Hip to get drunk, got the eight in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up, had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of Compton

See a big ass and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb (bitch was to the curb)
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rolling

I was (cold kickin' ass)
I was (raised in L.A.)
I was (cruisin' down the street in my six-fo)
(Too much, posse)

Riding on Slauson looking for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound to ditch the law (to ditch the law)
Stopped at a light and had a fit
'Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty, so I went to the store
Nigga on tip 'cause I was drunk
See a sissy ass 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 nigga what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage (a mirage)
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rolling

Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all!
And we puttin' it on wax
Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all! Fuck it up y'all!
Yeah!

Old English eight hundred 'cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes, I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
"Yo man, you see Eazy urlin' in the parking lot?"

Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule (bitch, who you callin' a bitch?)
Boyz n the 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 dropping the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cum got knocked out cold

"Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rolling

Stomp a mudhole in your ass!
Stomp a mudhole in your ass
Bitch!

Pass the brew, motherfucker while I tear shit up
And y'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 Old eight fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from CIA (from CIA)

Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rolling

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