8 Ball
NWA And The Posse 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 lyrics of NWA And The Posse's song "8 Ball" depict a typical day in the life of the rapper, Eazy-E. The song begins with him proclaiming that he doesn't drink Brass Monkey, a popular alcoholic beverage in the 80s, but loves to be funky. He goes on to describe himself as an "8 ball junkie," a reference to his love for cocaine. The bass drum kicks in, symbolically signaling the start of his rap, and he holds his genitalia as he raps, signifying his dominance in the rap game. Eazy-E cruises through the hood looking for his friends to kick up some dust and make some noise. However, the police stop him and search him, so he takes a detour and flips them off. In the second verse, Eazy-E is on the lookout for trouble, and he finds it when a Mexican almost hits his car. He gets out of his car and fires his gun at the offender. The song ends with Eazy-E bragging about his wealth, his posse, and his success.
NWA and The Posse, released in 1987, is the debut studio album of N.W.A, a hip-hop group from Los Angeles. The album consists mainly of Eazy-E and songs from some of the group's members. The album has 12 tracks, and "8 Ball" is the fifth track. NWA And The Posse is famous for being the first album released on Ruthless Records, which was established by Eazy-E and Jerry Heller.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
I prefer not to drink Brass Monkey, I just want to have a good time.
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
I feel cool when they call me 8 ball junkie.
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
The bass drum is powerful and shows my skill.
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
I rap holding my genitals, that's my style and I will not stop.
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I'm a lively and provocative performer from the local area.
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean hombre'
I have a revolver, which makes me feel tough.
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
I'm cruising through the neighborhood to find some friends.
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
We want to swear, make a commotion and increase the volume.
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
The police are chasing me and I must take a break.
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I'm holding a large bottle of malt liquor that's so cold it's making my testicles freeze.
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
I turn right and let my friends drive past me.
Then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
I express my disdain for my friends who drove past me.
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
I want to get drunk so I have an 8-ball of malt liquor in my hands.
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
I play a cassette tape of Marvin Gaye's greatest hits.
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
I turn the volume up high with the bass so heavy it vibrates my chest.
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
I'm driving through the East side of Los Angeles, south of Compton.
See a big ass, and I say word
I see a large buttocks and I exclaim with excitement.
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
I then look at her face and realize she is not attractive.
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Women are impressed by the fame and notoriety I have.
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
I'm intoxicated and that's how I'm able to keep partying with malt liquor.
Stopped at a light and had a fit
I stop at a traffic light and I become upset about something.
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
A Mexican driver nearly caused an accident with my vehicle.
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
I gesture rudely at the other driver and speed off.
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
I finish the malt liquor bottle and purchase a new one.
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
I'm so drunk that I make someone else angry with my behavior.
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
I see someone I think is effeminate and decide to use violence against them.
Reached inside cause it's like that
I reach into the trunk because that's what is necessary to get my firearm.
Came back out with a silver gat
I exit the trunk carrying a shiny handgun.
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I shoot at the person because I think it's justified.
I had to show the nigga what time it was
I think I had to demonstrate my authority to that person.
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
I'm acting like a mythical figure when I show off my gun.
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
The person quickly flees the scene to avoid further conflict.
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
Please give me some beer while I go wild.
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
I'm Eazy-E and I have money and juice.
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Meet me so we can make a profitable transaction.
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Dr. Dre produces amazing and distinctive music.
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
We prefer Olde English malt liquor over Brass Monkey cocktail.
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Ice Cube is responsible for the lyrics that I perform.
Hail to the niggas from C.I.A
We are paying homage to our fellow musicians from the group: C.I.A.
Krazy D is down and in effect
Our associate Krazy D is here and is ready to entertain.
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
We write provocative and intense songs, so we don't care for others' opinions.
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Let's propose a toast to my current success.
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
I'm very drunk and that's why I'm holding this 8-ball of malt liquor.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, LARRY TROUTMAN, O'SHEA JACKSON, ROGER TROUTMAN
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