LYRICS
Kick that (5x)
Cold kicking ow (Kick that)
Funky fresh Eazy-E (Kick that)
Cold kicking ow (Kick that)
Pull up a chair and I'mma tear this up
{Eazy-E} I don't drink brass monkey
Like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking and a snag I nag
And if it ain't rap, then you know it's crap
Crowd rocking sucka stomper
From around the way
Got a six-shooter, yo, mean hombre
E rolling out, to find the Boyz
To kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my tail, I don't like jail
40 ounce in my lap and and it's cold as hell
Hook a right turn, let dim 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 Eastside, 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
But she was on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's getting busy got the 8-ball rolling
I, was...cold kicking ow
I, was...raised in L.A
I, was...cruising down the street in my six-four
Too much posse
{Eazy-E} Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and wouldn't you now
A Cadillac almost wrecked the six-fo'
Flipped him off, cruise by the mall
Went to the store for some Olde 8 ball
Acting 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 illing cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's in affect and got the 8 ball rolling
{Eazy-E} Olde English 800
Cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Forget the police and a 5-0 too
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three girls already said,
" Eric yo' breath smells! "
8 ball in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man, you see Eazy hurlin' in the parkin' lot"
Punked your lady, stepped on her toe
Asked her to dance and she said, hell no
Called her a skizzy cause that's the rule
Boyz-n-the hood tryna keep me cool
You tell my homeboys you gonna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I started dodging the dogs, and watch you fold
Just dumb stupid bum, got knocked out cold
Fool got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's hardcore and got the 8 ball rolling
Emcee Eazy-E
Emcee Eazy-E
{Eazy-E} Yo pass the brew Ren while I tear 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 funk funk funky
Do the Olde 8, forget the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the homies from C.I.A
Krazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so give us respect
Make a toast probably punk to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's breaking 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