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8 Ball (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[ verse 1 ]
Pass me the… (8 ball) so i can get fucked up
My name is dj quik, so yo, what’s up?
Cause i’m the baddest, i feel, gettin ill for real
With a forty of o.e., yo, you know the deal
I’m just chillin with a forty in hand
I’m so damn bent, that i can hardly stand
The bottle’s in my face, and my lips are all around it
So stand to the side and watch me (down it)
Take it to the head without feeling no guilt
If i was you, i wouldn’t fuck with me when i’m on tilt
Cause i’m a funky dope brother who just won’t stop
And i like to drink the 8, cause it’s good till the last drop
If i can’t get it, then i get the discouraged
I gotta get a bottle of that liquid courage
I take a big gulp, and my head starts zoomin
But i’m feeling good as hell, so let the bass keep boomin
I’m dj quik, and the shots i’m callin
But the posse don’t mind, cause we all 8-ballin

(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(take it in a bottle, 40 quart or can)
Gimme the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(drink it like a madman, yes i do)
Pass me the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it’s freezin my balls)
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(that vodka i was drinkin said, “dude, go ‘head”)

[ verse 2 ]
Now a forty only cost about $1.95
So we finna mob 17 to the liquor store
And get a case, fuck a six-pack, what’s that?
I don’t drink no st. ides, so forget that
Now one nigga said that bull got pull
Just drink a quart of o.e. and your ass’ll be full
And if you don’t think o.e. be workin
Then fuck it, bust the irkin and jerkin
Cause i’m a muthafucka that think when i wanna drink
And how can i tell that you’re drunk? cause your breath stink
I know you know you need some double-mint
And you can’t mack to a bitch when you’re too bent
So take it from me, the homie dj quik
You better rush your cooler, cause you might be sick
Cause the 8 is for the true niggas, and the grown-ups
But that don’t matter, cause quik got it sowed up
And punk muthafuckas wanna squab and all that
But we can get em up as soon as you pass the…
(8 ball)

(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(take it in a bottle, 40 ounce or a can)
Gimme the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(bottle was empty, so we went to the store)
Pass me the
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(ah yeah)
(40 ounce in my lap, and it’s freezin my balls)
(8 ball)
(here we go)
(that vodka i was drinkin said, “dude, go ‘head”)
(here’s a little somethin bout a nigga like me)
(fuck it up, y’all)
(and here comes the…)
(8 ball rollin)
(it’ll have you trippin)
(party)
(cause i was drunk)
(ah yeah)

Right about now i’m wonderin who else gone off that 8 ball besides myself
You know all the homies goin off of it
And i know
The l.a. posse’s goin off of that (8 ball)
And g wayne goin off of that (8 ball)
And donzelli goin off of that (8 ball)
My homie shot is goin off of that (8 ball)
And playa hamm goin off of that (8 ball)
And shabby blue goin off of that (8 ball)
And mike p goin off of that (8 ball)
And n.o.e. is goin off of that (8 ball)
And little shawn goin off of that (8 ball)
And big duck goin off of that (8 ball)
My nigga stinkin off of that (8 ball)
And lou balls goin off of that (8 ball)

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8 Ball (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse One: Eazy-E

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 quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo 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 I 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 Two: Eazy-E

Riding on Slauson down towards Crenshaw
Turned down the sound 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 nigger 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

Verse Three: Eazy-E

Olde English 800 cause that’s my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that’s what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy hurlin’ in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!"
Called her a bitch cause that’s the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn 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

Verse Four: Eazy-E

Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up
and you 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 goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I’m holding
Eazy-E’s fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

8 Ball (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse one: eazy-e

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 quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo 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 i 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 two: eazy-e

Riding on slauson down towards crenshaw
Turned down the sound 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 nigger 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

Verse three: eazy-e

Olde english 800 cause that’s my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman yes i do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park i was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that’s what i got
"yo man you see eazy hurlin’ in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that’s the rule
Boyz n tha hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn 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

Verse four: eazy-e

Pass the brew mother fucker while i tear shit up
And you 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 goddamn funky
Do the olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice cube writes the rhymes, that i say
Hail to the niggas from cia
Crazy d is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title i’m holding
Eazy-e’s fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

8 Ball (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse one: eazy-e

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 quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo 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 i 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 two: eazy-e

Riding on slauson down towards crenshaw
Turned down the sound 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 nigger 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

Verse three: eazy-e

Olde english 800 cause that’s my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman yes i do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park i was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that’s what i got
"yo man you see eazy hurlin’ in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that’s the rule
Boyz n tha hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn 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

Verse four: eazy-e

Pass the brew mother fucker while i tear shit up
And you 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 goddamn funky
Do the olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice cube writes the rhymes, that i say
Hail to the niggas from cia
Crazy d is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title i’m holding
Eazy-e’s fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

8-ball (Letra)

Underworld

Underworld

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

underworld—8 ball

Today
Today
I saw a man
Today
I saw a man
Using an empty whiskey flask as a walkie talkie

Today
Today
I saw a man
Today
I saw a man
With a flaming eight ball tattoo’d on his arm

Today

Today
Today
I saw a man
Today
I saw a man
Using an empty whiskey flask as a walkie talkie

Today
I met a man who threw his arms around me
And i’ve given
And i’ve given
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
We laughed
We laughed
Waiting for a train
For a few
Into the city
Seconds
Today
That white stuff
That white stuff
Waiting for the train
That stuff
Into the city
That’s what makes me feel
Today
Feel
Feel
Today
Feel happy

8 Ball (Letra)

Dj Quik

Dj Quik

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse one: eazy-e

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 quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo 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 i 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 two: eazy-e

Riding on slauson down towards crenshaw
Turned down the sound 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 nigger 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

Verse three: eazy-e

Olde english 800 cause that’s my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman yes i do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park i was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that’s what i got
"yo man you see eazy hurlin’ in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that’s the rule
Boyz n tha hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn 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

Verse four: eazy-e

Pass the brew mother fucker while i tear shit up
And you 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 goddamn funky
Do the olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice cube writes the rhymes, that i say
Hail to the niggas from cia
Crazy d is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title i’m holding
Eazy-e’s fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling