8 Ball nwa lyrics Chords

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I _ _ don't drink brass monkey like the beat funky nickname easy ee yo 8 ball junkie
bass drum kick in to show my [G] shit rockin' ho in my dick boy
I don't quit [Bb] cryin' ride the motherfucker [N] from around the way
I got a six shooter yo mean I'm brave Rollin' through the hoods find the boys
Kick dust and cups crank up some noise Police on my drawers I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls [G] I hook the right turn and [Bb] let the boys go
past And I say to myself they can kiss my [G] ass
I get drunk got the 8 on my left Put [N] in the old tape mode and trade the 6
Turn this [B] shit up had to race corrupt and Floatin' through the east side south of Compton
See a big ass [Bb] and I say word I took a look at the fate and the bitch was
still the curse [N] Hurt on my chest was the title I'm holdin'
Easy E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' [B] I was cold kickin' ass I was in LA I was movin'
down the street in my T [Gm]-shirt _ boxy Fried no sauce lookin' for a pretty shaw
Turn [N] down the sound just a law Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flip this ass off [Bb] put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tip cause I was drunk
See a sissy ass punk had it on my truck Reached [B] inside [Gm] cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver cap [N] Fire at the punk and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what time it was Put up the jammy act like a mirage
[G] A sissy like that [Dm] got out of Dodge [N] Sucked on me cause the title I'm holdin'
Easy E's fucked up and got the 8 [Gm] ball rollin'
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_ [G] _ _ _ [B] Oh 80's 800 cause that's my [D] brand Take it in a bottle 40 quarts [N] or a can
Drink it like a madman yes I do Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said
A 40 ounce in hand that's what I got _ _ _ Step on your foot, don't diss your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, hell no Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
Boys in the hood tryna keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get up I start talkin' to dogs and watch you folk
Just done full of cum, got numb, got cold
Made you look sick, you snotty-nosed prick Now you fly bitches all over his dick
Fuck that drive cause the title I'm holdin' Easy E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin' _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Pass _ _ _ _ _ the glue, mother fucker I'll cash it up [Gm] and y'all listen up close to roll call
Easy E's in the place, I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and [F] we make the deuce
[Bb] Dre makes the beat so goddamn [Gm] funky Do the O.A.,. fuck the brass monkey [B] Ice cubes, ride the [N] ride, that I say Hail to the niggas from CIA Crazy D is down, acting ineffective We make hardcore [Dm] jams, so fuck respect [Bb] Make a toast while we pause [A] to the title [Gm] I'm holdin' Easy E's fucked up and [N] got the 8 ball rollin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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