Niggaz My Height Don't Fight歌词

作曲 : Charles Singleton/Threat/Bobby "Bobcat" Ervin/Corey D. Lloyd
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
*****, step back and don't try to jack
But Mister
****man, ****man, can
I get a hit?
No hoe, but you can get my duck sick
But let me finish my story as
I was sayin'
I told you lil' locs ain't playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
Can't help the travellin' bunches
Now, ain't that somethin'?
Just a case a few ****** try to trip
Bone-out, put on my skimask
And come back blastin''
Cause ****** my height don't fight
My name is
Eazy E, you're motha****in' right
They must to thought
I was a busta
You're wearin' your bullet proof vest, so what's next?
I got my nine fitted up with
TeflonAnd don't let me hit the wet bomb
So watcha wanna do?
The red, white and blue,
I got something for you too'
Cause it gon' be on when
I'm kickin' down my dough
So, say hello to my new 44
I'm a type of ***** that smokes motha****az
I'm a type of ***** that smokes motha****az
I don't give a ****, ****, smoke motha****az
I'ma smoke motha****az 'cause
I'm the 'E'
So, you can kiss my black ass
**** the White
House, it ain't my house
So, you can burn the motha****a down for all
I care'Cause
T-shirts and khakis is all
I wearI'm from the city where they show no pitty
For a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat and leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that
Cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by the
L A P D K for puttin' in work out my trade
Because the
President never simp, one damn dog to my residents
I'm goin' crazy like 1980,
I need my ends, **** you, pay me
Or I'ma have to get the strap, my nutty
O.G., buddy
Big BlackI make you **** in your pants and shake like
JelloSo, tell all my homie
I said, “Hello”
I'm a type of ***** that smoke motha****az
I'm a type of ***** that smoke motha****az
I don't give a ****, smoke motha****az
Smoke motha****az like it ain't no thang
You cant check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a ***** like you
The things is hard as much bigger than a trigger
So I can show how to put in work
The Ruthless network, drive by experts
Straight outta
Compton, kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a change to rust
I warned them and they still approached me
Now, I got two more
Golf hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that?
That's my little friend
I don't give a ****,
I don't give a ****
I don't give a ****, ****, ****, ****, ****
I don't give a ****,
I don't give a ****
Smoke motha****az like it ain't no thang