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8 Ball Verse One: Eazy-E I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking, to show my s**t Rap a hole in my d**k, boy, I don't quit Crowd rocking motherf**ker from around the way I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and 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 Hook a right turn and let the boys go past and I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the s**t 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 b***h was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling Verse Two: Eazy-E Riding on Slauson down towards 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 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 nigger what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage A sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 Ball rolling 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**k the police and a 502 Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell Three b***hes already said, "Eric your breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' in the parking lot?" Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!" Called her a b***h cause that's the rule Boyz n tha 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 dodging the dogs and watch you fall 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 Four: Eazy-E Pass the brew mother f**ker while I tear s**t up and you 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 Olde 8 f**k the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggas from CIA Crazy D is down and in effect We make hard core jams so f**k respect Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling
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