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8 Ball (美式8球) (2000 Digital Remaster|Remix) - N.W.A.
Written by：N.W.A.

I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky
Nickname easy 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 marlin gale's greatest hits

Turn the sh*t up had the bass cold whom ping
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
H**s on my tip for the title I'm holding
Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse two easy e

Riding on slauson down towards cremains

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
N**ga 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
Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Verse three easy 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**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 easy hurling in the parking lot
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your h**
Asked her to dance and she said hell no
Called her a b**ch cause that's the rule

Boys 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 cum n 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
Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse four easy e

Pass the brew mother f**ker while I tear sh*t up
And you all listen up close to roll call
Easy e's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce

Dre makes the beats so godd**n funky
Do the olde 8 f** k the brass monkey
Ice cube writes the rhymes that I say
Hail to the n**gas 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
Easy e's f**ked up and got the 8 ball rolling