Like the big funky
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Nick named Eazy-E
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Yo 8-Ball Junkie
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Bass drum kickin
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To show my sh*t
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Rappin holdin my d*ck
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Boy I dont quit
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Loud wild mutha f*cka
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From around the way
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I gotta sick shooter
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Yo mean hombre
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Wanderin through the hood
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To find the boys
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To kick dust and cuss
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Crank up the noise
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Police on my drawers
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I had to pause
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40 ounce in my lap
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And it's freezin my balls
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Hooked a right turn
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Let the boys go past
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And I say to myself
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'They can kiss my a**'
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Stopped at a light
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Put the 8 at my lips
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Put in the old tape
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Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
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Turn the beat up
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Have the base cold rompin
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Crusin through the East Side
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South of Compton
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See a big a**
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And I said 'word'
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I took a look at the face
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And the bitch was to the curb
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Hoes on me
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for the title I'm holdin
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Eazy-E's F*cked up
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An got the 8-Ball rollin'
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[Chorus]
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(I was)
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Whose Kickin' a**?
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(I was)
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Raised in LA
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(I was)
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Crusin down the street in my 6-4
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Ridin Los Loses
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Lookin for Crenshaw
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Turned down the sound
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To diss yo law
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Stopped at a light
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And had a fit
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Cause a Mexican almost
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Wreaked my shit
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Flipped his a** off
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Got into the car
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My bottle was empty
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So I went to the store
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Nigga on tilt
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Cause I was drunk
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Seen a sissy a** punk
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Had to go in my trunk
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Reached inside
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Cause it's like that
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Came back out
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With a silver gat
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Fired at the punk
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And it was all because
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I had to show the nigga
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What time it was
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Put up the Jam
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It ends like a mirage
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A sissy like that
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Got out to dodge
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Suckers on me
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For the title I'm holdin
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Eazy-E's F*cked up
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And got the 8-Ball rollin
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[Chorus]
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Old East 800
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Yeah thats my brand
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Take it in a bottle
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40, Quart, or Can
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Drink it like a mad man
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Yes I do
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F**K the police
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And a 502
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Stepped in the party
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I was drunk as hell
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Three b**ches already said
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'Eric yo breath smells'
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40 ounce in hand
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Thats what I got
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(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)
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Stepped on yo foot
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Cold dissed yo hoe
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Asked her to dance
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And she said 'hell no'
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Called her a b**ch
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Cause thats the rule
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Boyz in the hood
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Tryin to keep me cool
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Dammit homeboy
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You wanna kick my but
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I walk in you face
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And we get them up
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I start droppin the dogs
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And watch you fold
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Straight dumb fulla cum
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Got knocked out cold
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(Made you look sick
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you snotty nosed prick
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now yo fly b**ch
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is all over his d**k)
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Fool got dropped
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For the title I'm holdin
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Eazy-E's f*cked up
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And got the 8-Ball rollin
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[Chorus]
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Pass the brew M*tha F*ckas
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While I trash it up
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And yall listen up close to role call:
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Eazy-E's in the place
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I got money and juice
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Rondevues with me
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And we make the duce
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Dre makes the beat
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So g*d damn funky
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Do the old 8
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F*ck the Brass Monkey
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Ice Cube writes the words
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That I say
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Hail to the niggaz
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From CIA
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Cazy beat is down
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And in effect
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We make hard core jams
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So fuck respect
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They can toast public parking
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To the title I'm holdin
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Eazy-E's f*cked up
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And got the 8-Ball rollin
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8 Ball
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| Eazy-E |
