Dj Quik

Dj Quik - 8 Ball

[ 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 quart or 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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