Verse 1:

I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky

Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kickin', 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 you I'm mean and 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

Hook a right turn and let the boys go past

and 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



Verse 2:

Riding on Slauson down towards Crenshaw