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TESTO - N.W.A - 8 Ball


TESTO - N.W.A - 8 Ball

(Kick that shit)

(Cold kicking ass)

Cold kicking ass

Cold kicking ass

(Funky fresh Eazy-E)

(Pull up a chair and I'mma tear shit up)

I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky

Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kicking to show my shit

Rapper holdin' my dick, boy, I don't quit

And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap

Crowd rocking sucka stomper from around the way

I got a six-shooter, yo, mean I'm brave

E rolling out, to find the Boyz

To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise

Police on my tail, I d'ont like jail

40 ounce in my lap and and it's cold as hell

Hook a right turn and let the boys go past

Then I say to myself, they can kiss my ass

Hip to get drunk got the eight in my lips

Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits

Turn the shit up had the bass cold whomping

Cruising through the Eastside, South of Compton

See a big ass, and I say word

I took a look at her face, and the bitch was to the curb

But she was on my tip for the title I'm holding

Eazy-E's getting busy got the 8-ball rolling

I, was...cold kicking ass

I, was...raised in L.A

I, was...cruising down the street in my six-four

Too much posse

Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw

Turned down the sound, to ditch the law

Stopped at a light and had a fit

Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit

Flipped his ass off put it to the floor

Bottle was empty so I went to the store

Nigga on tip cause I was drunk

See 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

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 fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling

Fuck it up, y'all

Fuck it up, y'all

Fuck it up, y'all

Fuck it up, y'all

Fuck it up, y'all

Fuck it up, y'all


Olde English 800, because that's my brand

Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or can

Drink it like a madman, yes I do

Fuck the police and a 502

Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell

Three bitches already said, " Eric yo' breath smells! "

40 ounce in hand that's what I got

Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in the parkin lot

Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe

Asked her to dance and she said, hell no

Called her a bitch because that's the rule

Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep me cool

Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt

I walked in your face and we get em up

I started dropping the dogs, and watch you fold

Just dumb full of cum got knocked out cold

"Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!

Now your fly bitches all over his dick!"

Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

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 niggas from C.I.A

Krazy D is down and in effect

We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect

Make a toast all you punk to the title I'm holding

Eazy-E's breaking out and got the 8-ball rolling

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


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