8 Ball Lyrics

8 Ball lyrics

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 dont quit 

Loud wild mutha fucka 

From around the way 

I gotta sick shooter 

Yo mean hombre 

Wanderin through the hood 

To find the boys 

To kick dust and cuss 

Crank up the noise 

Police on my drawers 

I had to pause 

40 ounce in my lap 

And it's freezin my balls 

Hooked a right turn 

Let the boys go past 

And I say to myself 

'They can kiss my ass' 

Stopped at a light 

Put the 8 at my lips 

Put in the old tape 

Marvin Gayes Greatest hits 

Turn the beat 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 me 

for the title I'm holdin 

Eazy-E's Fucked up 

An got the 8-Ball rollin' 



[Chorus]



(I was) 

Whose Kickin' ass? 

(I was) 

Raised in LA 

(I was) 

Crusin down the street in my 6-4 

Ridin Los Loses 

Lookin for Crenshaw 

Turned down the sound 

To diss yo law 

Stopped at a light 

And had a fit 

Cause a Mexican almost 

Wreaked my shit 

Flipped his ass off 

Got into the car 

My 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 ends like a mirage 

A sissy like that 

Got out to dodge 

Suckers on me 

For the title I'm holdin 

Eazy-E's Fucked up 

And got the 8-Ball rollin 



[Chorus]



Old East 800 

Yeah 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 

Dammit homeboy 

You wanna kick my but 

I walk in you face 

And we get them up 

I start droppin the dogs 

And watch you fold 

Straight dumb fulla cum 

Got knocked out cold 

(Made you look sick 

you snotty nosed prick 

now yo fly bitch 

is all over his dick) 

Fool got dropped 

For the title I'm holdin 

Eazy-E's fucked up 

And got the 8-Ball rollin 



[Chorus]



Pass the brew Mutha Fuckas 

While I trash it up 

And yall listen up close to role call: 

Eazy-E's in the place 

I got money and juice 

Rondevues with me 

And we make the duce 

Dre makes the beat 

So god damn funky 

Do the old 8 

Fuck the Brass Monkey 

Ice Cube writes the words 

That I say 

Hail to the niggaz 

From CIA 

Cazy beat 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