paroles de chanson 8 Ball - N.W.A.
Spin
that
shit
City
of
Compton
City
of
Compton
Cool
kickin′
ass
Cool
kickin'
ass
Cool
kickin′
ass
Spin
that
shit
Pull
up
a
chair
I
don't
drink
brass
monkey,
like
the
beat
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′
mean
I
am
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
40
ounce
in
my
lap
and
it′s
freezing
my
balls
I
hook
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
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
8 ball
rolling
I
was,
cool
kickin′
ass
I
was,
raised
in
L.A
I
was,
cruising
down
the
street
in
my
six
fo'
Riding
on
Slauson
looking
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
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
nigger
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
Fuck
it
up
y′all
Fuck
it
up
y′all
Fuck
it
up
y'all
Fuck
it
up
y′all
Fuck
it
up
y'all
Fuck
it
up
y′all
YEAH
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
5-0
Two
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
urlin'
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
wanna
kick
my
butt
I
walked
in
your
face
and
we
get
on
up
I
start
dropping
the
dogs
and
watch
you
fall
Just
dumb
full
of
cum
got
knocked
out
cold
"Make
you
look
sick
you
snotty
nosed
prick!
Now
your
fly
bitches
is
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
yall
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
8 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
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of
Compton
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Compton
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