8 Ball

Pass me the (8 Ball) so I can get fucked up

My name is DJ Quik, so yo, what's up?

'Cause I'm the baddest I feel, gettin' ill for real

With a 40 of OE, yo, you know the deal

I'm just chillin' with a 40 in hand

I'm so damn bent that I can hardly stand

The bottle's in my face and my lips are all around it

So stand to the side and watch me

Down it

Take it to the head without feelin' no guilt

If I was you, I wouldn't fuck with me when I'm on tilt

'Cause I'm a funky-dope brother who just won't stop

And I like to drink that 8 'cause it's good to the last drop

If I can't get it, then I get discouraged

I gotta get a bottle of that liquid courage

I take a big gulp and my head starts zoomin'

But I'm feelin' good as hell, so let the bass keep boomin'

I'm DJ Quik and the shots I'm callin'

But the posse don't mind, 'cause we all 8-Ballin'

8 Ball

Here we go

Aw, yeah

Drink it in a bottle, 40 quart, or a can

Gimme the

8 Ball

Here we go

Aw, yeah

Drink it like a madman, yes, I do

Pass me the

8 Ball

Here we go

Aw, yeah

40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin' my balls

8 Ball

Here we go

That vodka I was drinkin' said, "Dude, go ahead"

Now, a 40 only cost about a dollar ninety-four

So we finna mob seven-deep to the liquor store

And get a case, fuck a six-pack, what's that?

I don't drink no St. Ides, so forget that

And one **** said, "That Bull got pull?"

Just drink a quarter OE and your ass'll be full

And if you don't think OE be workin'

Then fuck it, bust the irkin' and jerkin'

'Cause I'm a motherfucker that think when I wanna drink

And how can I tell that you're drunk? 'Cause your breath stink

I know you know you need some Double Mint

And you can't mack to a bitch when you're too bent

So take it from me, the homie DJ Quik

You better rush your cooler, 'cause you might be sick

'Cause the 8 is for the true **** and the grownups

But that don't matter, 'cause Quick got it sewed up

And punk motherfuckers wanna squab and all that

But we can get 'em up as soon as you pass the

8 Ball

Here we go

Aw, yeah

Drink it in a bottle, 40 quart, or a can

Gimme the

8 Ball

Here we go

Aw, yeah

The bottle was empty, so I went to the store

Aye, pass me the

8 Ball

Here we go

Aw, yeah

40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin' my balls

You know

8 Ball

Here we go

That vodka I was drinkin' said, "Dude, go ahead"

Here-here's a little somethin' 'bout a **** like me

Fuck it up, y'all

And here comes the

8 ball, rollin'

It'll have ya trippin'

Pa-party

C-C-C-'Cause I was drunk

Aw y-, aw y-, aw-aw yeah-eah-eah, -eah, -eah-eah-eah

Aw y-, aw y-, aw-aw yeah-eah-eah, -eah, -eah-eah-eah

Yeah

Right about now I'm wonderin'

Who else goin' off on that 8 Ball besides myself

You know all the homies gone off of it

And I know the LA Mics' gone off of that (8 Ball)

And G Wayne gone off of that (8 Ball)

And Don Zelly gone off of that (8 Ball)

My homie Shotty's gone off of that (8 Ball)

And Player Ham's gone off of that (8 Ball)

And Shabby Blue's gone off of that (8 Ball)

And Mike P gone off of that (8 Ball)

And N.O.E. is gone off of that (8 Ball, 8 Ball)

And Little Shawn gone off of that (8 Ball, 8 Ball)

And Big Tuck gone off of that (8 Ball, 8 Ball)

My **** Stanker gone off of that (8 Ball, 8 Ball)

And Lou Bong gone off of that (8 Ball, 8 Ball)