8 Ball (Remix)

"Kick that sh*t!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

"Cold kickin ass" {*scratch*} "cold kickin ass" {*scratch*}
"Cold kickin ass" {*scratch*} "Kick that sh*t!"

"Pull up a chair..." {*echoes*}

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin', to show my sh*t
Rappin' holdin' my di*k, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin' motherf*cker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean hombre'
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 balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
Then 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*t up, had the bass cold whompin'
Cruisin' through the Eastside, south of Compton
See a big ass, 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 title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's f*cked up and got the 8 ball rollin'

I, was.. "Cold kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'"
"Too, much, posse!"

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin' on Slauson 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 ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
n*gga on tilt '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*gga 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 holdin'
Eazy-E's f*cked up and got the 8 ball rollin'

"f*ck it up y'all! f*ck it up y'all! f*ck it up y'all!"
"And we puttin' it on wax"
"f*ck it up y'all! f*ck it up y'all! f*ck it up y'all!"
"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 5-O, too
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three b*tches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy hurling in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' ho
Asked her to dance and she said ("Hell 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 butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin' the dogs, and watch you fold
Just dumb, full of c*m, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly b*tch is all over his di*k!"
Punk got dropped 'cause the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's f*cked up and got the 8 ball rollin'

"Stomp a mudhole in your ass!"
"Stomp a mudhole in your ass, b*tch!"

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass 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
Ron-De-Vu with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8, f*ck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say
Hail to the n*ggas from C.I.A
Krazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so f*ck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title 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*}