8 Ball (Remix) lyrics

Song information

Artist: Eazy-E
Album: Eternal E

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname eazy-e your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin', 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 mean hombre
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
Then 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 2:
Riding on slauson down towards crenshaw
Turned down south, to dish the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cos 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 till cos I was drunk
See ya sissy as punk had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cos 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

Verse 3:
Put up the jam and, like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of dodge
Sucker on me, cos the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin'
Old e's 800 cos that's my plan
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police, and a 5-0 too
Stepped at a party I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said "eric yo breath smells"
40-Ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man, you see eazy hurlin' in the parkin' lot?"
Stepped on yo foot, cold dissed yo ho
Asked her to dance and she said "hell, no"
Called her a bitch, cos that's the rule
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
Tell me, homeboy, you wanna kick my butt?
I walked in your face and we get em up
I start drivin the dog, and watch you fold
Just dumb, full of cum, got num dot co
"Make you look sick, ya snotty-nose prick
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick."
Punk got dropped, cos the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin'

Verse 4:
Pass the broom, motherfucker, while I tear shit up
And y'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 beat so god-damn funky
Do the 0-8, 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 hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin