[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
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