N.w.a. & The Posse

[fat girl!]
[you're a fat girl]
[fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2x)

(it's funky fresh eazy e) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please take it simple
As i tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin on the ave, drinkin some booze
Saw a fatty comin my way, so what was i to do?
I busted a u, went tha other way again
But forgot that tha avenue was a dead end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
Funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
Stampede was rushin, i double looked
And she had more chins than a chinese phonebook
Five four three ugly as can be, she said

[ron-de-vu]
Hello eazy e. do you remember me? (i said no)
Huhu yes you do suga
My name is bertha but you can call me booga
Remember the time when you were drunk at a party
We was slow dancin, give ya all this body

[eazy-e]
When she said that she loved me, i was in shock
Oh my god got a fat girl on my jock

[chorus:]
[i got a fat girl on my jock] [fat girl] [got a fat girl on my jock]

She gave me tha grin, i showed tha frown
And with a bare hug picked me off tha ground
Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me
Grabbed me by tha rear, said [love me, hug me!]
I was hell, victim of a scandal
Coz this girl's too much for e to handle
Broke tha bee's grip, started to run
Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun
She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit
I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot
She kept on comin because of addiction
Legs on fire because of friction
My gun broke, now i was doomed
Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
As i swung, tha fat girl fell
Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale
That's tha story, it's quite ill
And all fat girls y'all besta chill
All overweight freaks stay off my block
Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock

[chorus]

woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that i had to be in compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as i thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front

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