8 Ball (Remix) (Edited)

[Intro - samples] Kick that x5 Cold kicking ow Kick that Funky fresh Eazy-E Kick that Cold kicking ow Pull up a chair and I'ma tear it up [Verse 1: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky Nickname Eazy-E, yo 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking and a snag I nag And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap Crowd rocking sucker stomper from around the way I 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 don’t like jail 40 ounce in my lap and it's cold as hell Hook a right turn and let the dim 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 [Hook: Samples] I, was...cold kicking ass I, was...raised in L.A I, was...cruising down the street in my six-four Too much posse [Verse 2: Eazy-E] Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and wouldn't you now A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-fo' Flipped him off, cruise by the mall Went to the store for some Olde 8 ball Acting 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 illing cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's in affect and got the 8 ball rolling [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Olde English 800, cause 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 5-0-2 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three girls already said," Eric yo' breath smells! " 8 ball in hand, that's what I got "Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the parkin' lot?" Punked your lady, stepped on her toe Asked her to dance and she said, hell no Called her a skizzy because that's the rule Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep me cool You tell my homeboys you wanna 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 "Made you look sick, you snotty nosed prick Now your fly ***** is all over his ****" Fool got dropped cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8 ball rolling [Verse 4: Eazy-E] Yo pass the brew Ren while I tear shit up And y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous 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 stupid punk to the title I'm holding Eazy-E's breaking out and got the 8 ball rolling [Outro: Eazy, (MC Ren), ] Man I'm outta here (Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell 'em what city you chill in) {​​​In the city (Scratching) City of Compton}​​​ {​​​In the city (Scratching) City of Compton}​​​ {​​​City, City, City of Compton (Repeat x5)}​​​