8 Ball – Eazy-E – letras

8 Ball by Eazy ELike the big funkyNick named Eazy-EYo 8-Ball JunkieBass drum kickinTo show my sh*tRappin holdin my d*ckBoy I dont quitLoud wild mutha f*ckaFrom around the wayI gotta sick shooterYo mean hombreWanderin through the hoodTo find the boysTo kick dust and cussCrank up the noisePolice on my drawersI had to pause40 ounce in my lapAnd it’s freezin my ballsHooked a right turnLet the boys go pastAnd I say to myself’They can kiss my a**’Stopped at a lightPut the 8 at my lipsPut in the old tapeMarvin Gayes Greatest hitsTurn the beat upHave the base cold rompinCrusin through the East SideSouth of ComptonSee a big a**And I said ‘word’I took a look at the faceAnd the bitch was to the curbHoes on mefor the title I’m holdinEazy-E’s F*cked upAn got the 8-Ball rollin'[Chorus](I was)Whose Kickin’ a**?(I was)Raised in LA(I was)Crusin down the street in my 6-4Ridin Los LosesLookin for CrenshawTurned down the soundTo diss yo lawStopped at a lightAnd had a fitCause a Mexican almostWreaked my shitFlipped his a** offGot into the carMy bottle was emptySo I went to the storeNigga on tiltCause I was drunkSeen a sissy a** punkHad to go in my trunkReached insideCause it’s like thatCame back outWith a silver gatFired at the punkAnd it was all becauseI had to show the niggaWhat time it wasPut up the JamIt ends like a mirageA sissy like thatGot out to dodgeSuckers on meFor the title I’m holdinEazy-E’s F*cked upAnd got the 8-Ball rollin[Chorus]Old East 800Yeah thats my brandTake it in a bottle40, Quart, or CanDrink it like a mad manYes I doF**K the policeAnd a 502Stepped in the partyI was drunk as hellThree b**ches already said’Eric yo breath smells’40 ounce in handThats what I got(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)Stepped on yo footCold dissed yo hoeAsked her to danceAnd she said ‘hell no’Called her a b**chCause thats the ruleBoyz in the hoodTryin to keep me coolDammit homeboyYou wanna kick my butI walk in you faceAnd we get them upI start droppin the dogsAnd watch you foldStraight dumb fulla cumGot knocked out cold(Made you look sickyou snotty nosed pricknow yo fly b**chis all over his d**k)Fool got droppedFor the title I’m holdinEazy-E’s f*cked upAnd got the 8-Ball rollin[Chorus]Pass the brew M*tha F*ckasWhile I trash it upAnd yall listen up close to role call:Eazy-E’s in the placeI got money and juiceRondevues with meAnd we make the duceDre makes the beatSo g*d damn funkyDo the old 8F*ck the Brass MonkeyIce Cube writes the wordsThat I sayHail to the niggazFrom CIACazy beat is downAnd in effectWe make hard core jamsSo fuck respectThey can toast public parkingTo the title I’m holdinEazy-E’s f*cked upAnd got the 8-Ball rollin