8 Ball
N.W.A. Lyrics
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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
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
Ridin on Slausson lookin 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 tilt 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 holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
"Fuck it up y'all!"
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, 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 hurling in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' ho
Asked her to dance and she said
"Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and watch you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his
Dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
Pass the brew motherfucker 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 god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck 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 punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
The opening lines of N.W.A.’s “8 Ball” paint a vivid picture of Eazy-E, a notorious rapper and founder of Ruthless Records. He expresses his preference for being “funky” over drinking “brass monkey,” which was a popular cocktail of the time. Eazy-E’s nickname is “8 ball junkie,” which refers to his love for cocaine in the form of an eight-ball. The chorus, “Eazy-E’s fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin’”, is a nod to his addiction and how it has influenced his music and demeanor, making him unpredictable and dangerous.
As the song progresses, Eazy-E boasts about his reputation as a “crowd rockin’ motherfucker from around the way” and his “six-shooter,” hoping to scare off those who dare to challenge him. He talks about the police trying to catch him, forcing him to pause and hide his 40 oz bottle of alcohol. Despite the danger, he continues his journey in search of boys to “cuss” with and makes a stop to listen to Marvin Gaye’s greatest hits. In the second verse, Eazy-E drives around Compton looking for trouble, narrowly avoiding a car crash with a Mexican driver. To retaliate, he pulls out a gun from the trunk of his car and fires at the driver, who manages to escape.
The final verse of the song sees Eazy-E at a party, drunk and unruly, with people commenting on his breath and behavior. He continues to drink, dance and get into fights, proving that he is indeed “fucked up” and “holding the title.” The song ends with Eazy-E shouting out to his collaborators, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, and Krazy D, appreciating their contributions to the song-making process.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
I don't like to drink Brass Monkey, I like to be cool
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Eazy-E is nicknamed 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
My bass drum is loud to show off my skills
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
I rap and hold my crotch to show confidence, I never quit
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I'm a person from this place who rocks the crowd
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean hombre'
I have a gun, you better be careful
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
I'm driving around the neighborhood to find my friends
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
To cause trouble and swear, make a lot of noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
The police are following me, so I stop for a moment
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I have a bottle of alcohol on my lap that is very cold
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
I turn right and let my friends keep going
Then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
I don't care about what they think
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
I like to drink and have an 8-ball in my mouth
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
I'm listening to old Marvin Gaye music
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
I turn up the volume and the bass is loud
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
I'm driving through Eastside, south of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I see a big butt and I'm impressed
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
I looked at the face and it's someone I don't like
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Women are interested in me because of my fame
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
I'm drunk and high on coke
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
I'm driving on Slausson street looking for Crenshaw street
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
I lower the volume to avoid the police
Stopped at a light and had a fit
I stop at a red light and get angry
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
A Mexican driver almost crashed into me
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
I flipped him off and drove off
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
My drink was empty, so I went to buy more
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
I'm drunk, and people are getting mad at me
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
I see a coward and get my gun from the trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
I grab my gun from the trunk
Came back out with a silver gat
I came back out with a silver gun
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I shot the coward because he offended me
I had to show the nigga what time it was
I had to teach him a lesson
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
I got my gun and he disappeared
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
He ran away after seeing the gun
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin
People want to mess with me because of my fame
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
I'm drunk and high on coke
"Fuck it up y'all!"
Let's party!
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
I drink Olde English 800 because that's my preference
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
I drink it from a bottle, 40, quart or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
I drink it very fast and madly
Fuck the police and a 502
I hate the police and I'm driving under the influence
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
I entered the party drunk
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
Three women complained about my bad breath
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
I'm holding a bottle of 40 ounces
"Yo man you see Eazy hurling in the parkin lot?"
Someone asks if I'm vomiting in the parking lot
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' ho
I step on someone's foot and disrespect his partner
Asked her to dance and she said "Hell no!"
I ask her to dance and she refuses
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
I called her names because that's what people do
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
I confront her for calling me a name
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
My friends try to keep me calm
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
You threaten my friend and me
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I confront you face to face and we start fighting
I start droppin the dogs, and watch you fold
I start beating you, and you surrender
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
You're just a foolish kid that got knocked out
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
I insult you after beating you up
Now your fly bitch is all over his Dick!"
Now my partner is getting attention from your girlfriend
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
The person got beat up because of my fame
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
I'm drunk and high on coke
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
Give me the booze while I go crazy
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Listen carefully to what I'm about to say
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
I'm in the place with money and power
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Meet me and we'll make a deal
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Dre makes great beats
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Drink Olde 8, don't drink brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Ice Cube is the one writing my lyrics
Hail to the niggas from C.I.A
Let's give recognition to the C.I.A crew
Krazy D is down and in effect
Krazy D is ready and active
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
We make offensive songs, so we don't care about respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Let's make a toast to my fame
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
I'm drunk and high on coke
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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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