Текст (слова) песни: Jayo Felony - 8 Ball

 
Kick that shit... 
 
I don`t drink brass monkey 
Like to be funky 
Nickname Bullet Loc 
Your 8-ball junkie 
Bass drum kickin` to show my shit 
Rockin`, holdin` my dick 
Boy 
I don`t quit 
Crowd rockin` muthafucka from around the way 
I got a six-shooter, yo, mean I`m brave 
Rollin` 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`s in my lap and it`s freezin` my balls 
Hook a right turn, 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 on high on 
Cruisin` through the East Side, South ?? 
Seen the bitch ass 
Then I say word 
Took a look at the face and the bitch was street curb 
Ho`s on my dick for the title I`m holdin` 
Bullet Loc fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin 
 
In the cityyyyy --- Ronnie Hudson`s West Coast Pop Lock 
Kick that shit --- Flavor Flav 
 
Ridin` on ??? weed is on ??? 
Turned down the sound 
And ditch the law 
Stopped at a light and had a fit 
Cause old bitch 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 an enemy on mine, 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 ?? cause 
I had to show the nigga what time it was 
Pulled out the heat 
And like a mirage 
A busta like that got out of dodge 
Sucker`s on me cause the title I`m holdin` 
Bullet Loc`s fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin` 
 
In the cityyyyy --- Ronnie Hudson`s West Coast Pop Lock 
Kick that shit --- Flavor Flav 
 
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 the 5.0 too 
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell 
3 bitches already said: "Ohh Bullet your breath smells!" 
40 ounce in hand 
That`s what I got 
(Yo, you see Bullet earlin` in the parkin lot?) 
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed your ho` 
Asked her to dance and she said: "Hell no!" 
Called her a bitch cause that`s the rule 
(Bitch, who d`you callin` a bitch?) 
Boyz in the hood tryin` to keep me cool 
Tell your 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 
(Ah aha, 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` 
Bullet Loc fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin` 
 
In the cityyyyy --- Ronnie Hudson`s West Coast Pop Lock 
Kick that shit --- Flavor Flav 
 
Pass the brew muthafucka while I tear shit up 
And y`all listen up close to roll call 
Bullet Loc`s in this bitch, I got money and juice 
Blue crooks with me and we make the deuce 
Ant Banks makes the beats so muthafuckin` funky 
Do the Olde 8 
Fuck the brass monkey 
I write all the rhymes 
That I say 
Hail to the niggas from C.I.A. 
Blue Tray is down and in effect 
We make hardcore jams so fuck respect 
Make a toast blue beast to the title I`m holdin` 
Bullet Loc`s fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin` 
 
In the cityyyyy --- Ronnie Hudson`s West Coast Pop Lock 
 
Yeah yeah nigga 
Bullet Loc is in this biotch 
Rest In Peace to my nigga Eazy-E 
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha what! 
 
In the cityyyyy (San Diego) 
Kick that shit --- Flavor Flav 
In the cityyyyy (San Diego) 
Kick that shit --- Flavor Flav
 

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8 Ball
Bitch I`m Through