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Lyrics: Verse one: eazy-e I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname eazy-e your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking, to show my sh** Rap a hole in my d***, boy, I don't quit Crowd rocking motherf***er from around the way I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave Rolling through the hood to find the boys Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls Hook a right turn and let the boys go past And I say to myself, they can kiss my ass Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape marvin gaye's greatest hits Turn the sh** up had the bass cold whomping Cruising through the east side south of compton See a big ass and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bi*** was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding Eazy-e's f***ed up and got the 8 ball rolling Verse two: eazy-e Riding on slauson down towards crenshaw Turned down the sound to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit Cause a mexican almost wrecked my sh** Flipped his ass off put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tip cause I was drunk See 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 n***** 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 title I'm holding Eazy-e's f***ed up and got the 8 ball rolling 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*** the police and a 502 Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell Three bi***es already said, eric your breath smells! 40 ounce in hand that's what I got Yo man you see eazy hurlin' in the parking lot? Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe Asked her to dance and she said, hell no! Called her a bi*** cause that's the rule Boyz n tha hood trying to keep me cool Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get on up I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick! Now your fly bi***es all over his d***! Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding Eazy-e's f***ed up and got the 8 ball rolling Verse four: eazy-e Pass the brew mother f***er while I tear sh** up And you 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 goddamn funky Do the olde 8 f*** the brass monkey Ice cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggas from cia Crazy d is down and in effect We make hard core jams so f*** respect Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding Eazy-e's f***ed up and got the 8 ball rolling More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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