《8 Ball》是N.W.A.演唱的歌曲，收錄於《N.W.A. And The Posse (Explicit)》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：8 Ball
- 所屬專輯：N.W.A. And The Posse (Explicit)
- 歌曲原唱：N.W.A.
- 發行日期：1989年5月11日
歌曲歌詞
I don’t drink brass monkey like to be funky
Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking to show my sh*t
Rap a hole in my d**k boy I don’t quit
Crowd rocking motherf**ker 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 a**
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 whomping
Cruising through the east side south of Compton
See a big a** and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the b**ch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I’m holding
Eazy-E’s f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling
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*t
Flipped his a** off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Ni**a on tip cause I was drunk
See a sissy a** 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****r 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**ked up and got the 8 Ball rolling
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**k the police and a 502
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three b**ches 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 b**ch 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 b**ches all over his dick!
Punk got dropped cause the title I’m holding
Eazy-E’s f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Pass the brew mother f**ker while I tear sh*t 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**k 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**k respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I’m holding
Eazy-E’s f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling
