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Like the big funky

Nick named Eazy-E

Yo 8-Ball Junkie

Bass drum kickin

To show my shit

Rappin holdin my dick

Boy I dont quit

Loud wild mutha *****a

From around the way

I gotta sick shooter

Yo mean hombre

Wanderin through the hood

To find the boys

To kick dust and cuss

Crank up the noise

Police on my drawers

I had to pause

40 ounce in my lap

And it's freezin my balls

Hooked a right turn

Let the boys go past

And I say to myself

'They can kiss my ass'

Stopped at a light

Put the 8 at my lips

Put in the old tape

Marvin Gayes Greatest hits

Turn the beat up

Have the base cold rompin

Crusin through the East Side

South of Compton

See a big ass

And I said 'word'

I took a look at the face

And the ***** was to the curb

Hoes on me

for the title I'm holdin

Eazy-E's *****ed up

An got the 8-Ball rollin'

[Chorus]

(I was)

Whose Kickin' ass?

(I was)

Raised in LA

(I was)

Crusin down the street in my 6-4

Ridin Los Loses

Lookin for Crenshaw

Turned down the sound

To diss yo law

Stopped at a light

And had a fit

Cause a Mexican almost

Wreaked my shit

Flipped his ass off

Got into the car

My bottle was empty

So I went to the store

Nigga on tilt

Cause I was drunk

Seen a sissy ass 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 nigga

What time it was

Put up the Jam

It ends like a mirage

A sissy like that

Got out to dodge

Suckers on me

For the title I'm holdin

Eazy-E's *****ed up

And got the 8-Ball rollin

[Chorus]

Old East 800

Yeah thats my brand

Take it in a bottle

40, Quart, or Can

Drink it like a mad man

Yes I do

***** the police

And a 502

Stepped in the party

I was drunk as hell

Three *****es already said

'Eric yo breath smells'

40 ounce in hand

Thats what I got

(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)

Stepped on yo foot

Cold dissed yo hoe

Asked her to dance

And she said 'hell no'

Called her a *****

Cause thats the rule

Boyz in the hood

Tryin to keep me cool

Dammit homeboy

You wanna kick my but

I walk in you face

And we get them up

I start droppin the dogs

And watch you fold

Straight dumb fulla cum

Got knocked out cold

(Made you look sick

you snotty nosed prick

now yo fly *****

is all over his dick)

Fool got dropped

For the title I'm holdin

Eazy-E's *****ed up

And got the 8-Ball rollin

[Chorus]

Pass the brew Mutha *****as

While I trash it up

And yall listen up close to role call:

Eazy-E's in the place

I got money and juice

Rondevues with me

And we make the duce

Dre makes the beat

So god damn funky

Do the old 8

***** the Brass Monkey

Ice Cube writes the words

That I say

Hail to the niggaz

From CIA

Cazy beat is down

And in effect

We make hard core jams

So ***** respect

They can toast public parking

To the title I'm holdin

Eazy-E's *****ed up

And got the 8-Ball rollin

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