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Tytuł: Niggaz my height don't fight

  • Wykonawca: Eazy-E
  • Wy¶wietleń: 288

  
   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...