| I don’t drink brass monkey, like to be funky
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| Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
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| Bass drum kicking, to show my shit
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| Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don’t quit
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| Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
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| I got a six shooter yo I’m mean and brave
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| Rolling through the hood to find the boys
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| Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
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| Police on my drawers, I have to pause
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| 40 ounce in my lap and it’s freezing my balls
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| Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
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| and I say to myself, «They can kiss my ass»
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| Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
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| Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye’s greatest hits
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| Turn the shit up had the bass cold whomping
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| Cruising through the east side south of Compton
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| See a big ass and I say word
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| I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
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| Hoes on my tip for the title I’m holding
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| Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
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| Verse Two: Eazy-E
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| Riding on Slauson down towards Crenshaw
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| Turned down the sound to ditch the law
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| Stopped at a light and had a fit
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| Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
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| Flipped his ass off put it to the floor
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| Bottle was empty so I went to the store
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| Nigga on tip cause I was drunk
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| See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk
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| Reached inside cause it’s like that
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| Came back out with a silver gat
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| Fired at the punk and it was all because
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| I had to show the nigger what time it was
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| Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
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| A sissy like that got out of Dodge
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| Sucka on me cause the title I’m holding
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| Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling
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| Verse Three: Eazy-E
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| Olde English 800 cause that’s my brand
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| Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
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| Drink it like a madman yes I do Fuck the police and a 502
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| Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
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| Three bitches already said, «Eric your breath smells!»
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| 40 ounce in hand that’s what I got
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| «Yo man you see Eazy hurlin’in the parking lot?»
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| Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
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| Asked her to dance and she said, «Hell No!»
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| Called her a bitch cause that’s the rule
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| Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
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| Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
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| I walked in your face and we get on up
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| I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
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| Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold
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| «Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!
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| Now your fly bitches all over his dick!»
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| Punk got dropped cause the title I’m holding
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| Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
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| Verse Four: Eazy-E
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| Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up and you all listen up close to roll call
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| Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
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| Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
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| Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky
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| Do the Olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
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| Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
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| Hail to the niggas from CIA
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| Crazy D is down and in effect
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| We make hard core jams so fuck respect
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| Make a toast all you punks to the title I’m holding
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| Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 8 Ball , by - Eazy-E. Song from the album Eternal E, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп