8 Ball

Spin that shit

City of Compton

City of Compton

Cool kickin' ass

Cool kickin' ass

Cool kickin' ass

Spin that shit

Pull up a chair

I don't drink Brass Monkey

Like the big funky

Nick named Eazy-E, yo 8-Ball junkie

Bass drum kickin' to show my shit

Rappin' holdin' my dick, boy I don't quit

Loud wild muthafucker

From around the way

I gotta sick shooter, yo mean hombre

Wandering 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 balls

Hook a right turn let the boys go past

And I say to myself "They can kiss my ass!"

Hip to get drunk, got the eight at my lips

Put in the old tape Marvin Gayes Greatest Hits

Turn the shit up, have the base cold rompin'

Crusin' through the East Side South of Compton

See a big ass and I said "word"

I took a look at the face and the bitch was to the curb!

Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin'

Eazy-E's Fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin'

(I was)

(Cool Kickin' ass)

(I was)

(Raised in L.A)

(I was)

Crusin' down the street in my 6-4

Ridin' Los Loses lookin' for Crenshaw

Turned down the sound to diss the law

Stopped at a light and had a fit 'cause a Mexican almost wreaked my shit!

Flipped his ass off put it too the floor

Bottle was empty so I went to the store

Nigga on tilt 'cause I was drunk seen a sissy ass 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 nigga

What time it was

Put up the Jam it's ends like a mirage

A sissy like that got out to dodge

Sucker on me 'cause the title I'm holdin'

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin'

Old East 800 'cause thats my brand

Take it in a bottle 40, quart, or can

Drink it like a mad man, 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"

40 ounce in hand thats what I got

(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' in a parking lot)

Stepped on yo foot cold dissed yo hoe

Asked her to dance and she said "'hell no!"

Called her a bitch 'cause thats the rule

Boyz in the hood tryin' to keep me cool

Ya tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt?

I walk in you face and we get them up

I start droppin' the dogs and watch you fold

Just dumb full of cum got knocked out cold!

(Made you look sick you snotty nosed prick)

(Now yo fly bitch is all over his dick)

Punk got dropped for the title I'm holdin'

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin'

Pass the brew muthafucker while I trash it up

And y'all listen up close to role call

Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice

Rendezvous with me and we make the duce

Dre makes the beat so god damn funky

Do the old eight fuck the Brass Monkey

Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say

Hail to the nigga's from CIA

Crazy D is down and in effect

We make hard core jams, so fuck respect!

They can toast public parking to the title I'm holdin'

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin'