(Kick that shit) (Cold kicking ass) Cold kicking ass Cold kicking ass (Funky fresh Eazy-E) (Pull up a chair and I'ma tear shit up) I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky Nickname Eazy-E, yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking to show my shit Rapper holdin' my dick, boy, I don't quit And if ain't rap, then you know it's crap Crowd rocking sucka stomper from around the way I 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 freezin' my balls Hook a right turn and let the boys go past Then I say to myself, they can kiss my ass Hip to get drunk got the eight 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 Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at her face, and the bitch 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 ass I, was raised in LA I, was cruising down the street in my six-four Too much posse Riding on Slausson, looking for Crenshaw Turned down the sounds, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off 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 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 because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage A sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling Fuck it up, y'all Fuck it up, y'all Fuck it up, y'all Fuck it up, y'all Fuck it up, y'all Fuck it up, y'all Yeah Olde English 800, because that's my brand Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or 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: Eric yo' breath smells! 40 ounce in hand that's what I got Yo man you see Eazy hurling in the parking lot Stepped on your foot cold dissed your ho Asked her to dance and she said: Hell no Called her a bitch because that's the rule Bitch?! Who you callin' a bitch?! Boyz-n-the hood trying to keep me cool Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get em up I started dropping the dogs, and watch you fold Just dumb full of cum got knocked out cold Make you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitches all over his dick! Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling Yo, pass the brew Ren while I tear shit up And y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Ron-De-Vu's 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 niggas from CIA Krazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast all you 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 City City City of Compton City City City of Compton