8-ball Lyrics - N.w.a. And The Posse - Nwa

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 shit 

Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit 

Crowd rocking motherfucker 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 shit 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 bitch was to the curb 

Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding 

Eazy-E's fucked 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 shit 

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 fucked 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 

Fuck the police and a 502 

Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell 

Three bitches 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 bitch 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 bitches all over his dick!" 

Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding 

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling 

Verse Four: Eazy-E 

Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit 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 fuck 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 fuck respect 

Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding 

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling