Niggaz My Height Don't Fight - Eazy-E

Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that

Bitch, step back and don’t try to jack

But 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 sayin'

I told you lil locs aint playin'

Gotta roll with the bunches

Cant help the travellin’bunches

Now aint that somethin'

Just a case a few niggaz try to trip

Bone-out, put on my skimask

And come back blastin'

Cause niggaz my height don’t fight

My name is Eazy-E

You’re mothafuckin’right

They must to thought I was a busta

Wearin’your bullet-proof vest

So what’s next?

I got my nine fitted up with deadline

And don’t let me hit the wetbomb

So watcha wanna do?

The red, white and blue, I got some for you too

Cause it gonna be on when i’m kickin’down my dough

So say hello to my new 44…

I’m a type of nigga…

That smokes mothafuckaz…

That smokes mothafuckaz…

I don’t give a fuck fuck…

Smoke mothafuckaz…

I’ma smoke mothafuckaz…

Cause I’m the E So you can kiss my black ass

Fuck the white house, it aint my house

So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care

Cause t-shirts and khakies is all I wear

I’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, leave his ass for the rats

And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol

Warrant by the LAPD

Key for puttin’in work out my trade

Because the president never simp

One dumb dog to my residents

I’m goin’crazy like 1980

I need my ends, fuck you, pay me Or I’ma have to get the strap

My nutty O.G.

buddy Big Black

I make you shit in your pants

And shake like jelly

So tell off my homie said hello…

I’m a type of nigga…

That smoke mothafuckaz…

That smoke mothafuckaz…

I don’t give a fuck…

Smoke mothafuckaz…

Smoke mothafuckaz…

Like it aint 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 nigga like you

The things is much bigger

Than the 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 fuck…

I don’t give a fuck…

I don’t give a fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

I don’t give a fuck…

I don’t give a fuck…

Smoke mothafuckaz…

Like it aint no thang…