Get that
Get that
Get that
Get that
Cool kicking out
Get that
Cool kicking out
Get that
Pick up a chair, and I'm a candy store
I don't drink, Grass Monkey!
Like the beat, funk, nickname
Eazy-E, yo, eight-Ball Junkie
Bass drum kickin' and a snack got now
And if it ain't rap, then you know it's crap
Crowd rockin', sucker sockin' from around the way
Got a six-shooter, yo, mean I'm brave
E-ballin' out to find the boys to kick dust and cut
Crank up some noise, police on my tail
I don't like jail, 40 ounce in my lap
And it's cold as hell
Book a right turn and let them go up
Then I say to myself, think it's just my butt
Here's to get drunk, got the eight in my lip
Put in the old tape, Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Rollin' so hard, had your face cold
Rompin', cruisin' through the east side
South of Compton
See a big bump, and I say, where?
I took a look at her face
And the girls were through the curves
But she was on my trip for the title
I'm holdin' Eazy-E's, gettin' busy, got the eight-ball rollin'
I was, cool kicking out, I was, raised in L.A
I was, cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Much posse., ride no slosh, looking for a green shawl
Turn down the sound, this the law
Stop that a life, and wouldn't you know
A Cadillac almost wrecked the city floor
Flipped him off to buy the mall
Went to the store for some more egg ball
Acting real ill cause I was drunk
See a sucker park had to go in my truck
Reached inside cause it's like that, came back out with a silver cat
Point at the fool and it was all because
I had to show the boy what time it was
When I turned around, it was like a mirage
Knucklehead like that got out of dodge
Suckers be illing cause the title I'm holding easy
Ease in effect and got the eight ball rolling
I eight ball, I eight ball, I eight ball
I eight ball, I eight ball, I eight ball
Yeah, it ain't 800 dollar that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40 foot or a can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Forget the police and a 502
That's in the party
I was drunk as hell
Three girls already said
Eric, you're a grits man
Eight ball in hand, that's what I got
Yo man, you see Easy Erling in the parking lot
Bumped your lady, stepped on her toe
Asked her to dance and she said " hell no"
Called her a skippy cuz that's the rule
Boys in the hood tryna keep me cool
You tell my homeboys
You're gonna kiss my butt
I walk in your face and we get up
I start droppin' the dogs and watch you fall
This dumb stupid bum got knocked out cold
Fool got drunk cuz it's time I'm home
Easy E's hardcore and got the eight ball roll
F.P.E.D, yo, pass the brew, where I tear it up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Easy, easy in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Pray make the beat so f-f-funky
Do the O-A, forget the brass monkey
Ice Cube, write the rhyme that I say
Hail to the homies from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams
So give us respect
Make a toast, puppy punch to the title
I'm holding easy, easy
Break it out and got the eight Ball rolling
Man, I'm out of here
Yo, easy, you forgot to tell them what city we chill in
