I don't drink ***monkey

Like the beat funky

Nick name Eazy E

Yo 8 Ball Junkie

Bass drum kickin

To show my s**t

Rappin holdin of my d*ck

Boy I don't quit

Crime rappin mutha f**ka

From around the way

I gotta sick shooter

Yo mean hombre

Rollin 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 freezin my balls

I Hooked a right turn

Let the boys go past

And I say to myself

'They can kiss my a**'

**Get drunk got the 8 in my lips

Put in the old tape

Marvin Gayes Greatest hits

Turn the s**t up

Have the base cold rompin

Crusin through the East Side

South of Compton

See a big a*s

And I said 'word'

I took a look at the face

And the b***h was to the curb

H*e on my tipp

For the title I'm holdin

Eazy E's f**ked up

An got the 8 Ball rollin'

Courus

I was

Who Kickin' a*s

I was

Raised in LA

I was

Crusin down the street in my 6 4

To much posse

Ridin Los Loses

Lookin for Crenshaw

Turned down the sound

To diss the law

Stopped at a light

And had a fit

Cause a Mexican almost

Wreaked my s**t

Flipped his a*s off

**to the floor

Bottle was empty

So I went to the store

N***a on tilt

Cause I was drunk

Seen a sissy a*s 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***a

What time it was

Put up the Jam

It ends like a mirage

A sissy like that

Got out of dodge

Suckers on me

For the title I'm holdin

Eazy E's f**ked up

And got the 8 Ball rollin

F**k It Up ya'll

X6

YEAH

Old East 800

'Cause that's 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***hes already said

'Eric yo breath smells'

40 ounce in hand

That's what I got

Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot

Stepped on yo foot

Cold dissed yo h*e

Asked her to dance

And she said 'hell no'

Called her a b***h

Cause that's the rule

Boyz in the hood

Tryin to keep me cool

You tell my homeboy

You wanna kick my but

I walked in your face

And we get them up

I start droppin the dogs

And watch you fold

Straight dumb fulla cum

Got knocked out cold

Made you look sick

You snotty nosed prick

Now yo fly b***h

Is all over his d**k

Punk got dropped

For the title I'm holdin

Eazy E's f**ked up

And got the 8 Ball rollin

Courus

Pass the brew M*tha f**kas

While I trash s**t up

And yall listen up close to role call：

Eazy E's in the place

I got money and juice

Rondevues with me

And we make the duce

Dre makes the beat

So g*d d**n funky

Do the old 8

F**k the Brass Monkey

Ice Cube writes the rhymes

That I say

Hail to the *z

From CIA

Cazy beatD is down

And in effect

We make hard core jams

So f**k respect

Make a toast toast puppy punk

To the title I'm holdin

Eazy E's f**ked up

And got the 8 Ball rollin