Verse 1:
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I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
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Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
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Bass drum kickin', to show my shit
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Rap a hole in my dick, boy I don't quit
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Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
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I got a six shooter yo mean hombre
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Rolling through the hood to find the boys kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
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Police on my drawers, I have to pause
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40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
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Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
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Then I say to myself, They can kiss my ass
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Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
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Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
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Turn the shit up had the bass cold whomping
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Cruising through the east side south of Compton
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See a big ass and I say word
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I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
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Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding
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Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
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Verse 2:
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Riding on Slauson down towards Crenshaw
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Turned down south, to dish the law
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Stopped at a light and had a fit,
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Cos a mexican almost wrecked my shit.
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Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor,
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Bottle was empty so I went to the store.
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Nigga on till cos I was drunk,
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See ya sissy as punk had to go in my trunk.
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Reached inside cos it's like that,
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Came back out with a silver Gat.
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Fired at the punk and it was all because
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I had to show the nigga what time it was.
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Verse 3:
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Put up the jam and, like a mirage,
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A sissy like that got out of Dodge.
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Sucker on me, cos the title I'm holdin'
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Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin'
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Old E's 800 cos that's my plan.
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Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can.
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Drink it like a madman, yes I do,
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Fuck the police, and a 5-0 too.
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Stepped at a party I was drunk as hell,
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Three bitches already said "Eric yo breath smells"
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40-ounce in hand, that's what I got,
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"Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the parkin' lot?"
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Stepped on yo foot, cold dissed yo ho,
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Asked her to dance and she said "Hell, no"
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Called her a bitch, cos that's the rule,
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Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool.
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Tell me, homeboy, you wanna kick my butt?
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I walked in your face and we get em up.
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I start drivin the dog, and watch you fold,
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Just dumb, full of cum, got num dot co.
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"Make you look sick, ya snotty-nose prick,
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Now your fly bitch is all over his dick."
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Punk got dropped, cos the title I'm holdin'
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Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin'.
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Verse 4:
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Pass the broom, motherfucker, while I tear shit up,
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And y'all listen up close to roll-call.
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Eazy-E's in the place, I got money and juice,
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Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce.
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Dre makes the beat so god-damn funky,
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Do the 0-8, fuck the brass monkey.
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Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say,
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Hail to the niggas from CIA.
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Crazy D is down and in effect,
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We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect.
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Make a toast, pumpy pump to the title I'm holdin'
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Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin.
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8 Ball (Remix)
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| Eazy-E |
