8 Ball
Eazy-E; N.W.A. Lyrics
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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 fucka
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 bitch was to the curb
Hoes on me
for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's Fucked 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 Fucked 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
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
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 bitch
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 bitch
is all over his dick)
Fool got dropped
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
[Chorus]
Pass the brew Mutha Fuckas
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
Fuck 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 fuck respect
They can toast public parking
To the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
The song 8 Ball is a rap song by N.W.A. that was released in 1990, and it features Eazy-E on the verses. The lyrics of the song talk about Eazy-E as a big funky 8-ball junkie, which means that he's addicted to the drug called crack-cocaine. The lyrics are violent and tell stories about Eazy-E's adventures in the hood, including fighting with the police, shooting a Mexican guy, and getting into fights with other guys. The lyrics also talk about Eazy-E's crew, including Dr. Dre who makes the beat, and Ice Cube who writes the lyrics.
One interpretation of the song is that it's about the tough reality of growing up in the hood, and how young black men engage in violence and drug abuse as a way to escape the harsh realities of their lives. The song portrays Eazy-E as a wild and unpredictable guy who's always looking for a fight, and who's not afraid to use his gun to defend himself.
Line by Line Meaning
Like the big funky Nick named Eazy-E
Just like the big and funky nickname given to Eazy-E
Yo 8-Ball Junkie
Hey, I'm the addict of the drug 8-Ball
Bass drum kickin To show my shit
The bass drum is kicking to display my talent
Rappin holdin my dick
I'm rapping confidently with my hand on my genitalia
Boy I dont quit
I'm not giving up anytime soon
Loud wild mutha fucka
I'm a loud and wild individual
From around the way
I'm from the neighborhood
I gotta sick shooter
I possess a powerful firearm
Yo mean hombre
Hey, I'm a tough guy
Wanderin through the hood
I'm casually strolling through the neighborhood
To find the boys
In search of my friends
To kick dust and cuss
To engage in rough behavior and curse
Crank up the noise
Let's increase the volume
Police on my drawers I had to pause
Police are suspicious of me and I had to take a momentary break
40 ounce in my lap And it's freezin my balls
I have a 40-ounce drink on my lap and it's making me extremely cold
Hooked a right turn Let the boys go past
I made a right turn and let my friends pass by
And I say to myself 'They can kiss my ass'
I confidently tell myself that they can disrespect me
Stopped at a light Put the 8 at my lips
Stopped at a traffic light and put the 8-Ball drug to my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
I played the classic tape of Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the beat up Have the base cold rompin
I increased the volume and had the bass playing strongly
Cruisin through the East Side South of Compton
Driving casually through the eastern side, south of Compton
See a big ass And I said 'word'
I noticed a big butt and casually acknowledged it
I took a look at the face And the bitch was to the curb
I looked at her face and realized she was not attractive
Hoes on me for the title I'm holdin
Women are attracted to me because of my reputation
Eazy-E's Fucked up An got the 8-Ball rollin'
Eazy-E is intoxicated and under the influence of 8-Ball
[Chorus]
Refrain
(I was) Whose Kickin' ass?
(I was) Who is dominating and winning?
(I was) Raised in LA
(I was) Brought up in Los Angeles
(I was) Crusin down the street in my 6-4
(I was) Driving casually down the street in my 6-4 vehicle
Ridin Los Loses Lookin for Crenshaw
Traveling around Los Angeles, searching for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound To diss yo law
Lowered the volume to disrespect law enforcement
Stopped at a light And had a fit
Stopped at a traffic light and became angry
Cause a Mexican almost Wreaked my shit
Because a Mexican individual almost caused a collision with my vehicle
Flipped his ass off Got into the car
I insulted him and then got back into my car
My bottle was empty So I went to the store
My drink was finished, so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt Cause I was drunk
I was behaving irrationally because I was intoxicated
Seen a sissy ass punk Had to go in my trunk
Saw a weak and cowardly individual, so I had to retrieve something from my car trunk
Reached inside Cause it's like that
Put my hand inside because that's the situation
Came back out With a silver gat
Came back out with a silver handgun
Fired at the punk And it was all because
Shot at the cowardly individual, and it was all due to
I had to show the nigga What time it was
I had to demonstrate and assert my dominance over him
Put up the Jam It ends like a mirage
Play the music loudly, and the situation fades away quickly like an illusion
A sissy like that Got out to dodge
A coward like that quickly ran away
Suckers on me For the title I'm holdin
People are jealous of me because of the reputation I have
Eazy-E's Fucked up And got the 8-Ball rollin
Eazy-E is intoxicated and under the influence of 8-Ball
[Chorus]
Refrain
Old East 800 Yeah thats my brand
I prefer the brand Old East 800
Take it in a bottle 40, Quart, or Can
Consume it in a bottle, 40-ounce drink, quart, or can
Drink it like a mad man Yes I do
I consume it with great enthusiasm, as if I'm crazy
FucK the police And a 502
Disregard the police and a code violation (referring to driving under the influence)
Stepped in the party I was drunk as hell
Entered the party while heavily intoxicated
Three bitches already said 'Eric yo breath smells'
Three women have already commented on my bad breath
40 ounce in hand Thats what I got
I have a 40-ounce drink in my hand, that's what I possess
(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)
(Hey man, did you see Eazy vomiting in a parking lot?)
Stepped on yo foot Cold dissed yo hoe
Accidentally stepped on your foot and insulted your girlfriend
Asked her to dance And she said 'hell no'
Requested her to dance, but she firmly refused
Called her a bitch Cause thats the rule
Referred to her as a derogatory term because that's the norm
Boyz in the hood Tryin to keep me cool
Individuals from the neighborhood are attempting to calm me down
Dammit homeboy You wanna kick my but
Seriously, buddy, you want to fight me
I walk in your face And we get them up
I confidently confront you and we engage in a physical altercation
I start droppin the dogs And watch you fold
I begin to throw punches and observe you surrender
Straight dumb fulla cum Got knocked out cold
Completely ignorant and full of arrogance, you got knocked unconscious
(Made you look sick you snotty nosed prick now yo fly bitch is all over his dick)
(I made you appear foolish, you pretentious person, and now your attractive girlfriend is showing interest in someone else)
Fool got dropped For the title I'm holdin
You fool got defeated because of the reputation I have
Eazy-E's fucked up And got the 8-Ball rollin
Eazy-E is intoxicated and under the influence of 8-Ball
[Chorus]
Refrain
Pass the brew Mutha Fuckas
Give me the alcohol, you motherfuckers
While I trash it up And yall listen up close to role call
While I create chaos and you all pay close attention as I call out names
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Eazy-E is present, I have wealth and influence
Rondevues with me And we make the duce
Meeting up with me, and together we cause trouble
Dre makes the beat So god damn funky
Dre is responsible for creating the extremely funky beats
Do the old 8 Fuck the Brass Monkey
Engage in the old 8-Ball drug, disregard the Brass Monkey drink
Ice Cube writes the words That I say
Ice Cube is the one who pens the lyrics that I perform
Hail to the niggaz From CIA
Greetings to the African American individuals from CIA (Compton in Action)
Cazy beat is down And in effect
The intense beat is in full force and having an impact
We make hard core jams So fuck respect
We create gritty and explicit music, so disregard the need for respect
They can toast public parking To the title I'm holdin
They can celebrate in a public parking lot due to the reputation I possess
Eazy-E's fucked up And got the 8-Ball rollin
Eazy-E is intoxicated and under the influence of 8-Ball
Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, LARRY TROUTMAN, O'SHEA JACKSON, ROGER TROUTMAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Oso bear
I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky
Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave
Rolling through the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers I have to pause
Forty ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
And 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 whomping
Cruising through the east side 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 holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the eight ball rolling
Riding on Slauson down towards 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
Olde English eight hundred cause 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 park I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you want to kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn 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 mother fucker while I tear shit up
And you 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 goddamn funky
Do the Olde eight fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Dont Worry About it
Probably the most underrated track on the album
Adam Younis 42
facts
Lucas Hackett
NWA should deserve to be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!
Doug Hinebaugh
To: JayCKrotz
From: Reality
You're completely detached from reality, aren't you? Do you know a single thing about what you're saying? ALL popular genres are considered for Rock&Roll HOF status. This belongs as much as 'Walk This Way.'
Stick with Taylor Swift. You're clueless.
singer_x
Lucas Hackett i agree
Keith Wicks
derian kilar what reason? It's not because it's for only rock music.
ghinso1967
"Ice Cube writes rhymes that I say". My favorite line.
Mike Kuchenny
Boondocks
aj castillo
Timestamp?
Fedora 23
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