8-Ball Lyrics

Verse One: Eazy E

I don't drink bra*s monkey like to be funky
Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie
Ba*s drum kicking to show my shit
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*s"
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 ba*s cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of Compton
See a big a*s 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 f**ked 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 a*s 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 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 nigger what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
s*cka on me cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's f**ked 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
f**k 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 d**k!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Four: Eazy-E

Pa*s the brew mother f**ker 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 f**k the bra*s 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 f**k respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

N.W.A - NWA: The best of N.W.A - The Strength Of Street Knowledge

Dec 2006

1. Straight Outta Compton
2. Appetite For Destruction
3. Dope Man
4. F**k Tha Police
5. Real N's
6. 8-Ball
7. Express Yourself
8. Alwayz Into Somethin'
9. A B**** Iz A B****
10. Gangsta Gangsta
11. 100 Miles And Runnin'
12. Boyz-N-The Hood
13. Real N's Don't Die
14. Compton's In The House (Remix)
15. Approach To Danger
16. Chin Check
17. If It Ain't Ruff