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EAZY E : 8 ball (remix) lyrics

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EAZY E lyrics : "8 ball (remix)"


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 %#@!


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

Crowd rocking motherf**ker 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 $$#


Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips


Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits

Turn the %#@! up had the bass cold whomping


Cruising through the east side south of Compton


See a big $$# and I say word

I took a look at the face, and the (*##$ 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 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 %#@!.

Flipped his $$# off, put it to the floor,


Bottle was empty so I went to the store.


^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 f**ked 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,

F**k the police, and a 5-0 too.

Stepped at a party I was drunk as hell,


Three (*##$es 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 (*##$, 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###, got num dot co.

"Make you look sick, ya snotty-nose prick,


Now your fly (*##$ is all over his dick."

Punk got dropped, cos the title I'm holdin'

Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8-ball rollin'.




Verse 4:

Pass the broom, motherf**ker, while I tear %#@! 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, f**k the brass monkey.


Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say,

Hail to the ^!$$%s from CIA.

Crazy D is down and in effect,

We make hardcore jams, so f**k respect.

Make a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm holdin'

Eazy-E's f**ked up and got the 8-ball rollin.




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