Karaoké 8 Ball N.W.A.

I don't drink brass monkey like the beat funky nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kickin' to show my shit rappin' holdin' my dick boy, I don't quit

Crowd rockin' motherfucker 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 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 shit 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 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'

Ridin' on Slauson lookin' for Crenshaw turned down the sound to ditch the law

Stopped at a light and had a fit 'cos a Mexican almost wrecked my shit

Flipped his ass off put it to the floor bottle was empty so I went to the store

Nigga on tilt 'cos I was drunk see a sissy-ass punk had to go in my trunk

Reached inside 'cos 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

Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge

Sucka on me 'cos the title I'm holdin'

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

Olde English 800 'cos that's my brand take it in a bottle, 40 quart, or can

Drink it like a madman yes I do fuck the police and a 5-0-2

Stepped in the party

I was drunk as hell three bitches already said 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

Called her a bitch 'cos that's the rule 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 cum got knocked out cold

Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick now your fly bitch is all over his dick

Punk got dropped 'cos the title I'm holdin'

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

Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit 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 fuck the brass monkey

Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say hail to the niggas from C.I.A

Krazy D is down and in effect we make hardcore jams so fuck respect

Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin'

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