Eazy E - Niggaz My Height Don't Fight Lyrics
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that*****, step back and dont try to jackBut mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?No, hoe but you can get my duck sick...But let me finish my story as I was sayinI told you lil locs aint playinGotta roll with the bunchesCant help the travellin bunchesNow aint that somethinJust a case a few niggaz try to tripBone-out, put on my skimaskAnd come back blastinCause niggaz my height dont fightMy name is eazy-eYoure motha*****in rightThey must to thought I was a bustaWearin your bullet-proof vestSo whats next?I got my nine fitted up with deadlineAnd dont let me hit the wetbombSo watcha wanna do?The red, white and blue, I got some for you tooCause it gonna be on when Im kickin down my doughSo say hello to my new 44...Im a type of nigga...That smokes motha*****az...That smokes motha*****az...I dont give a ***** *****...Smoke motha*****az...Ima smoke motha*****az...Cause Im the eSo you can kiss my black ass***** the white house, it aint my houseSo you can burn the motha*****a down for all I careCause t-shirts and khakies is all I wearIm from the city where they show no pittyFor a punk ass mark in the parkBlow his brains out, stuck him in the bushesTake his gat, leave his ass for the ratsAnd let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistolWarrant by the lapdKey for puttin in work out my tradeBecause the president never simpOne dumb dog to my residentsIm goin crazy like 1980I need my ends, ***** you, pay meOr ima have to get the strapMy nutty o.g. buddy big blackI make you shit in your pantsAnd shake like jellySo tell off my homie said hello...Im a type of nigga...That smoke motha*****az...That smoke motha*****az...I dont give a *****...Smoke motha*****az...Smoke motha*****az...Like it aint no thang...You cant check a checkerBut when you wanna try let me knowI got the strecher on stand-byStarvin for a nigga like youThe things is much biggerThan the triggerSo I can show how to put in work:The ruthless-network drive-by expertsStraight outta compton kickin up dustThe place where guns dont get a change to rustI warned them and they still approached meNow I got two more golf-hats for my trophyI got a brand new trend, its killin menWho is that? thats my little friend...I dont give a *****...I dont give a *****...I dont give a ***** ***** ***** ***** *****...I dont give a *****...I dont give a *****...Smoke motha*****az...Like it aint no thang...
