Текст песни Eazy-E - 8 Ball

RapMasters: From Tha Priority Vaults, Vol. 4
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Eazy-E
Альбом: RapMasters: From Tha Priority Vaults, Vol. 4
Длительность: 04:26
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[Intro] Kick that shit Cold kicking ass Funky fresh Eazy-E Pull up a chair and I'mma tear shit up [Verse 1] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be 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 mutha fucka 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 draws, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls Hook a right turn and let the pigs 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 wasto 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] 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] Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light wouldn't you now A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-fo' Flipped him off put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Acting real ill cause I was drunk See a sucker punk, had to go in my trunk Reach 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 turn around it was like a mirage Knucklehead like that got out of dodge Suckas be illing cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's in affect and got the 8-ball rolling [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 Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches 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 bitch because that's the rule Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep my cool You tell my homeboy 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 Fool got dropped cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8-ball rolling [Verse 4] 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 Ron-De-Vu with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so funk funk funky Do the Olde 8, fuck 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 fuck respect Make a toast stupid punk to the title I'm holding Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rolling 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 (Repeat x5)
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