8 Ball (2000 Digital Remaster|Remix) - N.W.A.

Written by：N.W.A.

I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky

Nickname easy e your 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kicking to show my sh*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 a**

Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips

Put in the old tape marlin gale's greatest hits

Turn the sh*t up had the bass cold whom ping

Cruising through the east side south of Compton

See a big a** and I say word

I took a look at the face and the b**ch was to the curb

H**s on my tip for the title I'm holding

Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse two easy e

Riding on slauson down towards cremains

Turned down the sound to ditch the law

Stopped at a light and had a fit

Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my sh*t

Flipped his a** off put it to the floor

Bottle was empty so I went to the store

N**ga 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****r 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

Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse three easy 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**ches already said Eric your breath smells

40 ounce in hand that's what I got

Yo man you see easy hurling in the parking lot

Stepped on your foot cold dissed your h**

Asked her to dance and she said hell no

Called her a b**ch cause that's the rule

Boys 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 cum n got knocked out cold

Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick

Now your fly b**ches all over his d**k

Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding

Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse four easy e

Pass the brew mother f**ker while I tear sh*t up

And you all listen up close to roll call

Easy e's in the place I got money and juice

Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce

Dre makes the beats so godd**n funky

Do the olde 8 f** k the brass monkey

Ice cube writes the rhymes that I say

Hail to the n**gas 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

Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling