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n w a - 8 ball (remix) lyrics

[flavor flav] “kick that sh-t!”
[scratched] “city of compton!”
[scratched] “city of compton!” [echoes]
cool kickin -ss [scratch] cool kickin -ss [scratch]
cool kickin -ss [scratch] “kich that sh-t!”
[rakim] “pull up a chair.” [echoes]
[verse one: eazy-e]
i don’t drink br-ss monkey, like to be funky
nickname eazy-e yo’ 8 ball junkie
b-ss drum kickin, to show my sh-t
rappin holdin my d-ck boy, i don’t quit
crowd rockin motherf-cker from around the way
i got a six-shooter, yo’ mean i’m brave
rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
police on my drawers, i have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it’s freezin my b-lls
i hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then i say to myself, “they can kiss my -ss!”
hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
put in the old tape marvin gaye’s greatest hits
turn the sh-t up had the b-ss cold whompin
cruisin through the eastside, south of compton
see a big -ss, and i say word
i took a look at the face, and the b-tch was to the curb
hoes on my tip for the t-tle i’m holdin
eazy-e’s f-cked up and got the 8 ball rollin
i, was. “cool kickin -ss”
i, was. “raised in l.a.”
[eazy] i, was. “cruisin down the street in my six-fo'”
[flavor flav] “too, much, posse!”
[verse two: eazy-e]
ridin on slausson lookin for crenshaw
turned down the sound, to ditch the law
stopped at a light and had a fit
cause a mexican almost wrecked my sh-t
flipped his -ss off, put it to the floor
bottle was empty so i went to the store
n-gg- on tilt cause i was drunk
see a sissy–ss punk, 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 because
i had to show the n-gg- what time it was
pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
a sissy like that got out of dodge

sucka on me cause the t-tle i’m holdin
eazy-e’s f-cked up and got the 8 ball rollin
“f-ck it up y’all!” [x6]
[beastie boys] “yeah!”, [guitar riff]
[verse three: eazy-e]
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
f-ck the police and a 502
stepped in the party, i was drunk as h-ll
three b-tches already said, “eric yo’ breath smells!”
40 ounce in hand, that’s what i got
“yo man you see eazy earlin in the parkin lot?”
stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo’ hoe
asked her to dance and she said, “h-ll no!”
called her a b-tch cause that’s the rule
“b-tch, who you callin a b-tch?!”
boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
you tell my homeboy you wanna kick my b-tt
i walked in your face and we get ’em up
i start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
just dumb full of c-m, got knocked out cold
“made you look sick you snotty-nosed pr-ck!
now your fly b-tch is all over his d-ck!”
punk got dropped cause the t-tle i’m holdin
eazy-e’s f-cked up and got the 8 ball rollin
[flavor flav] “stomp a mudhole in your -ss!”
[flav] “stomp a mudhole in your -ss, b-tch!”
[verse four: eazy-e]
p-ss the brew motherf-cker while i tear sh-t 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 god d-mn funky
do the olde 8, f-ck the br-ss monkey
ice cube writes the rhymes, that i say
hail to the n-gg-z from c.i.a.
crazy d is down and in effect
we make hardcore jams, so f-ck respect
make a toast punky-punk to the t-tle i’m holdin
eazy-e’s f-cked up and got the 8 ball rollin
[scratched] “city of compton!”
[scratched] “city of compton!” [echoes]
[scratched] “city of compton!” [scratched to end]

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