8 Ball (Remix) (Clean) N.W.A

[Intro: Samples]
(Kick that...Kick that...Kick that...Kick that...Kick that...)
(Cold kicking...)(OW)
(Kick that...)
(Funky fresh Eazy-E)
(Kick that...)
(Cold kicking...)(OW)
(Kick that...)
(Pull up a chair and I'ma tear ish up)

[Verse 1]
I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E, your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking and the snare got knack
And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap
Crowd rocking sucka stomping from around the way
Got a six-shooter, yo, mean hombre
E rolling out, to find the Boyz
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my tail, I dont like jail
40 ounce in my lap and and it's cold as hell
Hook a right turn and let them go up
Then I say to myself, "They can kiss my butt"
Hip to get drunk, got the eight in my lips
Put in the old tape, Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Rolling so hard, had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big butt, and I say, "Word"
I took a look at her face, and the girl 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