Kick that
Kick that
Kick that
Kick that
Kick that
Cold kickin' out (kick that)
Funky fresh Eazy-E (kick that)
Cold kickin' out (kick that)
Pull up a chair and I'ma tell
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E, your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking and the snare got knack
And if it ain't rap then you know it's crap
Crowd rocking, sucker stompin' from around the way
Got a six shooter yo, mean hombre
E rolling out to find the boys
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my tail, I don't like jail
Forty ounce in my lap 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 East Side, 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
Well she was on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's gettin' busy, got the 8 ball rolling
I was (cold kickin' out)
I was raised in L.A.
I was cruisin' down the street in my six-four
Too much posse
Riding on Slauson, looking for Crenshaw
Turned down the sounds to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and wouldn't you know
A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-four
Flipped him off, flew by the mall
Went to the store for some more 8 ball
Actin' real ill 'cause I was drunk
See a sucker punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside 'cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Pointed at the fool and it was all because
I had to show the boy what time it was
When I turned around it was like a mirage
Knucklehead like that got out of Dodge
Suckers be illin' 'cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's in effect and got the 8 Ball rolling
♪
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
Forget the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three girls already said, "Eric, your breath smell!"
8 Ball in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the parking lot?"
Bumped your lady, stepped on her toe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell, no!"
Called her a skeezer 'cause that's the rule
Boyz n the Hood trying to keep me cool
You tell my homeboys you're gonna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dropping the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb, stupid bum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick, you snotty nosed -
Now your fly - all over his -!"
Fool got dropped 'cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8 ball rolling
♪
Yo pass the brew Ren while I tear it up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place, I got money and juice
Ron-De-Vu's with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so fu-fu-funky
Do the Olde 8, forget the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the homies from the CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so give us respect
Make a toast for every punk to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's breakin' out and got the 8 ball rolling
Man, I'm outta here
Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell 'em what city you chill in
In the city, city of Compton
In the city, city of Compton
City-city, city of Compton
City-city, city of Compton
City-city, city of Compton
City-city, city of Compton
City-city, city of Compton
City-city, city of Compton