8 Ball (Remix) N.W.A

[Intro]
"Kick that shit!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

"Cold kickin ass" {*scratch*} "cold kickin ass" {*scratch*}
"Cold kickin ass" {*scratch*} "Kick that shit!"

"Pull up a chair..." {*echoes*}

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin', to show my shit
Rappin' holdin' my dick, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin' motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean hombre'
Rollin' through the hood, to find the boys
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin' my balls
I 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 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up, had the bass cold whompin'
Cruisin' through the Eastside, south of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin'