Niggaz My Height Don't Fight - Eazy-E: текст песни id 316821
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…
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