Eazy-E 8 Ball Lyrics

I don't drink brass monkey
Like the big funky
Nick named Eazy-E
Yo 8-Ball Junkie
Bass drum kicking
To show my s___
Rapping holding my d___
Boy I don't quit
Loud wild m____ f___a
From around the way
I got a six shooter
Yo mean hombre
Wandering through the hood
To find the boys
To kick dust and cuss
Crank up the noise
Police on my drawers
I had to pause
40 ounce in my lap
And it's freezing my b____
Hooked a right turn
Let the boys go past
And I say to myself
'They can kiss my a__'
Stopped at a light
Put the 8 at my lips
Put in the old tape
Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
Turn the s___ up
Have the base cold romping
Cruising through the East Side
South of Compton
See a big a__
And I said 'word'
I took a look at the face
And the b____ was to the curb
Hoes on my d___
for the t__le I'm holding
Eazy-E's f___ed up
An got the 8-Ball rollin'

[Chorus]

(I was)
Whose Kickin' a**?
(I was)
Raised in LA
(I was)
Cruising down the street in my 6-4
Riding Los Loses
Looking for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound
To diss yo law
Stopped at a light
And had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost
Wreaked my s___
Flipped his a** off
Got into the car
My bottle was empty
So I went to the store
n____ on tilt
Cause I was drunk
Seen 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____
What time it was
Put up the Jam
It ends like a mirage
A sissy like that
Got out to dodge
Suckers on me
For the t__le I'm holding
Eazy-E's F*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin

[Chorus]

Old East 800
Yeah thats my brand
Take it in a bottle
40, Quart, or Can
Drink it like a mad man
Yes I do
F**K the police
And a 502
Stepped in the party
I was drunk as hell
Three b**ches already said
'Eric yo breath smells'
40 ounce in hand
Thats what I got
(Yo man you see Eazy hurling in a parking lot)
Stepped on yo foot
Cold dissed yo hoe
Asked her to dance
And she said 'hell no'
Called her a b**ch
Cause thats the rule
Boys in the hood
Trying to keep me cool
Dammit homeboy
You wanna kick my but
I walk in you face
And we get them up
I start dropping the dogs
And watch you fold
Straight dumb fulla c__
Got knocked out cold
(Made you look sick
you snotty nosed p____
now yo fly b____
is all over his d___)
Fool got dropped
For the t__le I'm holding
Eazy-E's f___ed up
And got the 8-Ball rollin'

[Chorus]

Pass the brew m____ f___as
While I trash it up
And yall listen up close to role call:
Eazy-E's in the place
I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me
And we make the duce
Dre makes the beat
So god d___ funky
Do the old 8
f___ the Brass Monkey
Ice Cube writes the words
That I say
Hail to the n____z
From CIA
Crazy beat is down
And in effect
We make hard core jams
So f___ respect
They can toast public parking
To the t__le I'm holding
Eazy-E's f___ed up
And got the 8-Ball rollin