Artist: N.W.A. Album: N.W.A. and The Posse Song: 8 Ball Typed by: leerath@yahoo.com (Flavor Flav) Kick that shit! Kick that shit! Kick that shit! Kick that shit! Kick that shit! (Cool kickin ass) Kick that shit! (Funky fresh Eazy-E) Kick that shit! (Cool kickin ass) Kick that shit! (Rakim) "Pull up a chair and I'ma get it started" (Verse One: Eazy-E) I don't brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, and a snag I nag and if ain't rap, then you now it's crap Crowd rockin sucka suckers from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave E rollin out,to find the boyz to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my tail, I don't like jail 40 ounce in my lap and it's cold as hell Hook a right turn and let the pigs go up Then I say to myself,"They can kiss my butt!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Rollin so hard had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big butt, and I say word I took a look at her face, and the girl wasto the curb But she was on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's gettin busy got the 8 ball rollin I, was.." Cool 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 Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light wouldn't you now a cadillac all most wrecked the six-fo' Flipped him off put it to the floor Went to the store fo' more 8 ball Actin real ill cause I was drunk See a sucker puck, had to go in my trunk Reach inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Pointed at the fool, and it was all because I had to show the boy what time it was When I turn around it was like a mirage Knucklehead like that got out of dodge Suckas be illin cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's in affect and got the 8 ball rollin (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 Forget the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three girls already said," Eric yo' breath smells! " 8 ball in hand, that's what I got " Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot? " Punked yo' lady stepped on her tor Asked her to dance and she said," hell no! " Called her a skibby cause that's the rule Boyz-n-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 started droppin the dogs, and watch you fold Just dumb through the bum, got knocked out cold Fool got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8 ball rollin (Verse Four: Eazy-E) Yo pass the brew Ren 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 Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so funk funk funky Do the olde 8, forget the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the homiez from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so give us respect Make a toast punky punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's brakin' out and got the8 ball rollin Man I'm outta here Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell em what city you chill in In the city! ( City of Compton ) In the city! ( City of Compton ) City City City of Compton City City City of Compton City City City of Compton City City City of Compton City City City of Compton