Priority Records - 8 Ball lyrics

[Intro - samples] (Kick that sh**) (Cold kicking a**) Cold kicking a** Cold kicking a** (Funky fresh Eazy-E) (Pull up a chair and I'mma tear sh** up) [Verse 1] I don't drink bra** monkey, like the beat funky Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie Ba** drum kicking to show my s**t Rap a hole in my d**k, boy, I don't quit And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap Crowd rocking s**a stomper from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo, mean hombre E rolling out, to find the Boyz To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and and it's freezing my balls 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 eight in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the s**t up had the ba** cold whomping Cruising through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big a**, and I say word I took a look at her face, and the b**h was to the curb But she was on my tip for the title I'm holding Eazy-E's getting busy got the 8-ball rolling [Hook] I, was...cold kicking a** I, was...raised in L.A I, was...cruising down the street in my six-four Too much posse [Verse 2] Riding on Slausson, looking for 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** 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** 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 holding Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 Ball rolling f**in' up yo f**in' up yo f**in' up yo f**in' up yo f**in' up yo f**in' up yo Yeah [Verse 3] Olde English 800, because that's my brand Take it in a bottle, forty, 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 hurlin in the parkin lot Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe Asked her to dance and she said, hell no Called her a b***h because that's the rule Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep me cool Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my bu*t I walked in your face and we get em up I started dodging the dogs, and watch you fold 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 [Verse 4] Pa** the brew Ren 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 funk funk funky Do the Olde 8, forget 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** us respect Make a toast all you punk to the title I'm holding Eazy-E's breaking out and got the 8-ball rolling Man I'm outta here Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell em what city you chill in In the city (city of Compton) In the city (city of Compton) City City City of Compton City City City of Compton City City City of Compton City City City of Compton City City City of Compton