8 Ball

Kick that shit... I don't drink brass monkey Like to be funky Nickname Bullet Loc Your 8-ball junkie Bass drum kickin' to show my shit Rockin', holdin' my dick Boy I don't quit Crowd rockin' muthafucka from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo, mean I'm brave Rollin' 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's in my lap and it's freezin' my balls Hook a right turn, let the boys go past Then I say to myself: "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass on high on Cruisin' through the East Side, South ?? Seen the bitch ass Then I say word Took a look at the face and the bitch was street curb Ho's on my dick for the title I'm holdin' Bullet Loc fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Kick that shit --] Flavor Flav Ridin' on ??? weed is on ??? Turned down the sound And ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit Cause old bitch almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See an enemy on mine, 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 ?? cause I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the heat And like a mirage A busta like that got out of dodge Sucker's on me cause the title I'm holdin' Bullet Loc's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Kick that shit --] Flavor Flav Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and the 5.0 too Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell 3 bitches already said: "Ohh Bullet your breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand That's what I got (Yo, you see Bullet earlin' in the parkin lot?) Stepped on your foot, cold dissed your ho' Asked her to dance and she said: "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule (Bitch, who d'you callin' a bitch?) Boyz in the hood tryin' to keep me cool Tell your homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin' the dogs And watch you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold (Ah aha, made you look sick you snotty nosed prick Now your fly bitch is all over his dick) Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin' Bullet Loc fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin' In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Kick that shit --] Flavor Flav Pass the brew muthafucka while I tear shit up And y'all listen up close to roll call Bullet Loc's in this bitch, I got money and juice Blue crooks with me and we make the deuce Ant Banks makes the beats so muthafuckin' funky Do the Olde 8 Fuck the brass monkey I write all the rhymes That I say Hail to the niggas from C.I.A Blue Tray is down and in effect We make hardcore jams so fuck respect Make a toast blue beast to the title I'm holdin' Bullet Loc's fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin' In the cityyyyy --] Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock Yeah yeah nigga Bullet Loc is in this biotch Rest In Peace to my nigga Eazy-E Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha what! In the cityyyyy (San Diego) Kick that shit --] Flavor Flav In the cityyyyy (San Diego) Kick that shit --] Flavor Flav