8 Ball Songtext
von Eazy‐E

Spin that shit
City of Compton
City of Compton
Cool kickin′ ass
Cool kickin' ass
Cool kickin′ ass
Spin that shit
Pull up a chair

I don't drink Brass Monkey
Like the big funky
Nick named Eazy-E, yo 8-Ball junkie
Bass drum kickin' to show my shit
Rappin′ holdin′ my dick, boy I don't quit
Loud wild muthafucker
From around the way
I gotta sick shooter, yo mean hombre


Wandering through the hood to find the boys
To 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
Hook a right turn let the boys go past
And I say to myself "They can kiss my ass!"

Hip to get drunk, got the eight at my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gayes Greatest Hits
Turn the shit up, have the base cold rompin′
Crusin' through the East Side South of Compton
See a big ass and I said "word"
I took a look at the face and the bitch was to the curb!
Hoes on my tip for the title I′m holdin'
Eazy-E's Fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin′

(I was)
(Cool Kickin′ ass)
(I was)
(Raised in L.A)
(I was)
Crusin' down the street in my 6-4


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 shit!
Flipped his ass off put it too the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt 'cause I was drunk seen 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 nigga
What time it was

Put up the Jam it's ends like a mirage
A sissy like that got out to dodge
Sucker on me ′cause the title I′m holdin'
Eazy-E′s fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin'

Old East 800 ′cause thats my brand
Take it in a bottle 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a mad man, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502!

Stepped in the party I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said "Eric yo breath smells"
40 ounce in hand thats what I got
(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' in a parking lot)
Stepped on yo foot cold dissed yo hoe
Asked her to dance and she said "′hell no!"
Called her a bitch 'cause thats the rule
Boyz in the hood tryin' to keep me cool

Ya tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt?
I walk in you face and we get them up
I start droppin′ the dogs and watch you fold
Just dumb full of cum got knocked out cold!
(Made you look sick you snotty nosed prick)
(Now yo fly bitch is all over his dick)
Punk got dropped for the title I′m holdin'
Eazy-E′s fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin'

Pass the brew muthafucker while I trash it up
And y′all 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 damn funky
Do the old eight fuck the Brass Monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say
Hail to the nigga′s from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams, so fuck respect!
They can toast public parking to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E′s fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin′