8 Ball

(Kick that s***)

(Kick that s***)

(Kick that s***)

(Kick that s***)

(Kick that s***)

(Cold kicking ow)

(Kick that s***)

(Funky fresh Eazy-E)

(Kick that s***)

(Cold kicking ow)

(Kick that s***)

(Pull up a chair, and I'ma tear s*** up)

I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky

Nickname Eazy-E, yo', 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kicking and a snag I nag

And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap

Crowd rocking, sucker 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 tail, I don’t like jail

40 Ounce in my lap, and it's cold as hell

Hook a right turn and let the dim go up

Then I say to myself, they can kiss my butt

Hip to get drunk, got the eight in my lips

Put in the old tape, Marvin Gaye's greatest hits

Rolling so hard, had the bass cold whomping

Cruising through the Eastside, South of Compton

See a big butt, and I say word

I took a look at her face, and the girl 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

I, was (Cold kicking ow)

I, was raised in L.A

I, was cruising down the street in my six-four (Too much posse)

Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw

Turned down the sound, to ditch the law

Stopped at a light, and wouldn't you know

A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-fo'

Flipped him off, cruise by the mall

Went to the store for some Old 8 ball

Acting real ill, 'cause I was drunk

See a sucker punk, had to go in my trunk

Reached inside cause it's like that

Came back out with a silver gat

Pointed at the fool, and it was all because

I had to show the boy what time it was

When I turned around it was like a mirage

Knucklehead like that got out of dodge

Suckers be illing 'cause the title I'm holding

Eazy-E's in affect and got the 8 ball rolling

(Yeah)

Olde English 800, 'cause that's my brand

Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or can

Drink it like a madman, yes I do

Forget the police, and a 5-0-2

Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell

Three girls already said

Eric yo' breath smells

8 Ball in hand, that's what I got

Yo' man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the parkin' lot

Punked your lady, stepped on her toe

Asked her to dance and she said, hell no

Called her a skizzy because that's the rule

Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep me cool

You tell my homeboys you wanna kick my butt

I walked in your face and we get 'em up

I started dropping the dogs, and watch you fold

Just dumb stupid bum, got knocked out cold

Fool got dropped cause the title I'm holding

Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8 ball rolling

(MC Eazy-E)

(MC Eazy-E)

Yo', pass the brew Ren while I tear it 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 Old 8, forget the brass monkey

Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say

Hail to the homies from C.I.A.

Krazy D is down and in effect

We make hardcore jams, so give us respect

Make a toast preppy 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)