I don't drink brass monkey, like to be 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
a man today I saw a man using an empty whisky flask as a walkie talkie today today I saw a man today I saw a man with a flaming 8 ball tattooed
[Talking In The Background] Uh The streets of my city be gritty Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no pity Many die on streets of concrete
I done did more shit than a marine Fall up in the school house, high off them greens Hoes bobbin', who that young nigga with the Figero They call him big Ball
forget it If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it And then we can get down, any way you want it My nigg 'Twan told me Ball, put the house
If C walked in, he be a mad mothafucker And ain't no pussy gon' come between brothers Lovers, we can't be, cause that's bad business (Ball, you could
you shades? Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws? Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch Go suck some balls Ain't no stoppin' us Niggaz
fried everybody wanna taste Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized G and me in the 5 gettin' high Ball
How do you think it would feel to go around the world in a day? [repeat] [Chorus:] The artist pays the price so you won't have to pay (Around the world
(feat. Psycho Drama) [EightBall] Time waits for no one But you never could of told me that Bowlin' ball nuts and a gat But not enough time for me to
My streetwise ass dog ended up getting killed We used to laugh but now this shit ain't funny at all Thinking about when my dog first started to ball Telling
Come and sense better tell you to grind and hustle Hit the streets like a mad, use your mind and muscle We be all about the cream, living space age phantasies
gettin' rich start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch make that switch real niggas flip shit and farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch Eight-Ball translation
shit it's gettin leathal an I, you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, make '
keep it tucked under my lever We here to keep the party live Smoke hay till we chinky eyed Wanna brawl? We can meet outside Red and Ball be down to ride
(feat. MJG) [EightBall] Yeah All my playa niggaz throw your hands up And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these
Gloomy days got my head twisted Mystic visions of a razor blade Cut my blunt with precision Stuff it till it's bustin' Sippin' on some Tussin Imagine
, didn't seem so fine Years of just fuckin' around, rappin' in the neighborhood Found me with a gold album, tryin' to live my life good Carlo got popped with 8
