"Kick that sh**!" -] Flavor Flav
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}
Cold kickin a** {*scratch*} cold kickin a** {*scratch*}
Cold kickin a** {*scratch*} "Kick that sh**!"
"Pull up a chair.." -] Rakim {*echoes*}
[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink bra** monkey, like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Ba** drum kickin, to show my sh**
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin motherf**er from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean hombre'
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
Then 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** up had the ba** cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big a**, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the b**h was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin
I, was.. "Cold kickin a**"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -] Eazy
{"Too, much, posse!" -] Flavor Flav}
[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my sh**
Flipped his a** off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
n***a on tilt 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***a what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
s**a on me cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin
"f** it up y'all!" -] repeat 6X
{"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -] Beastie Boys}
[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 party, I was drunk as hell
Three b**hes already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy hurling in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' ho
Asked her to dance and she said
"Hell no!"
Called her a b**h cause that's the rule
"b**h, who you callin a b**h?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my bu*t
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and watch you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly b**h is all over his
Dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin
"Stomp a mudhole in your a**!" -] Flavor Flav
"Stomp a mudhole in your a**, b*tch!" -] Flav
[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pa** the brew motherf**er while I tear sh** 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 god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, f** the bra** monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the n***as from C.I.A
Krazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so f** respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f**ed up and got the 8 ball rollin
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}