8 Ball (Remix) (Clean)

[Intro: Samples] (Kick that...Kick that...Kick that...Kick that...Kick that...) (Cold kicking...)(OW) (Kick that...) (Funky fresh Eazy-E) (Kick that...) (Cold kicking...)(OW) (Kick that...) (Pull up a chair and I'ma tear ish up) [Verse 1] I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky Nickname Eazy-E, your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking and the snare got knack And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap Crowd rocking sucka stomping from around the way Got a six-shooter, yo, mean hombre E rolling out, to find the Boyz To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my tail, I dont like jail 40 ounce in my lap and and it's cold as hell Hook a right turn and let them go up Then I say to myself, "They can kiss my butt" Hip to get drunk, got the eight in my lips Put in the old tape, Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Rolling so hard, had the bass cold whomping Cruising through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big butt, and I say, "Word" I took a look at her face, and the girl was to the curb But she was on my tip for the title I'm holding Eazy-E's getting busy, got the 8-ball rolling [BridgeL Samples] (I, was...)(Cold kicking...)(OW) (I, was...)(Raised in L.A) (I, was...)(Cruising down the street in my six-four) (Too much posse) [Verse 2] Riding on Slauson, looking for Crenshaw Turned down the sounds, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and wouldn't ya know A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-four Flipped him off, flew by the mall Went to the store for some more 8-ball Actin' real ill 'cause I was drunk See a sucker punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside 'cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Pointed at the fool and it was all because I had to show the boy what time it was When I turned around, it was like a mirage Knucklehead like that got out of Dodge Suckers be illin' 'cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's in effect and got the 8-ball rolling (Yeah) [Verse 3] Olde English 800, because that's my brand Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Forget the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three girls already said, ("Eric, yo' breath smell") 8-ball in hand, that's what I got ("Yo man, you see Eazy earlin' in the parking lot?") Bumped your lady, stepped on her toe Asked her to dance and she said, ("Hell no") Called her a skeezer 'cause that's the rule Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep me cool You tell my homeboys you're gonna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I started dropping the dogs, and watch you fold Just dumb, stupid bum got knocked out cold Fool got dropped 'cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8-ball rolling [Bridge] ("MC Eazy-E") [Verse 4] Yo, pass the brew Ren while I tear it up And y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place, I got money and juice Ron-De-Vu's with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so funk funk funky Do the Olde 8, forget the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the homies from C.I.A Krazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so give us respect Make a toast for every punk to the title I'm holding Eazy-E's breaking out and got the 8-ball rolling [Outro] Man, I'm outta here (Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell 'em what city you chill in) In the city, city of Compton In the city, city of Compton City-City, City of Compton City-City, City of Compton City-City, City of Compton City-City, City of Compton City-City, City of Compton