letra de niggaz my height don't fight - 2 - eazy-e

[intro]
“gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
b-tch, step back and stop tryna jack.”
“but mister dopeman, dopeman, can i get a hit?”
“no, ho, but you can get my duck sick.”

[verse 1]
but let me finish my story as i was sayin’
i told you lil locs ain’t playin’
gotta roll with the punches
can’t help the travellin’ bunches
now, ain’t that somethin’
just in case a few n-ggas try to trip
bone-out, put on my ski-mask and come back blastin’
cause n-ggas my height don’t fight
my name is eazy-e, you’re motherf-ckin’ right
they must to thought i was a buster
you’re wearin’ your bullet-proof vest
so what’s next?
i got my nine filled up with teflon
and don’t let me hit the wet bomb
so what ya wanna do?
thе red, white and blue
i got somеthin’ for you, too
cause it’s gon’ be on when i’m kickin’ down doors
so say h-llo to my new 44
[chorus]
i’m the type of n-gga
that smokes motherf-ckers
i’m the type of n-gga
that smokes motherf-ckers
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck
smoke motherf-ckers
i’ma smoke motherf-ckers
’cause i’m the “e”

[verse 2]
so you can kiss my black ass
f-ck the white house, it ain’t my house
so you can burn the motherf-cker down for all i care
cause t-shirts and khakis is all i wear
i’m from the city where they show no pity for a punk ass mark in the park
blow his brains out, stuff him in the bushes
take his gat and leave his ass for the rats
and if he hit that cisco, i got a 187 on my pistol
wanted by the l.a.p.d.k. for puttin’ in work out my tray
because the president never sent
one d-mn dime to my residence
i’m goin’ crazy like 1980
i need my ends, f-ck you, pay me
or i’ma have to get the strap
my nutty o.g. buddy big black
i make you sh-t in your pants and shake like jell-o
so tell all my homies said h-llo
[chorus]
i’m the type of n-gga
that smokes motherf-ckers
i’m the type of n-gga
that smokes motherf-ckers
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck
smoke motherf-ckers
i’ma smoke motherf-ckers
’cause i’m the “e”

[verse 3]
you can’t check a checker
but when you wanna try let me know
i got the stretcher on stand-by
starvin’ for a n-gga like you
that thinks his heart is 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 chance 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 k!llin’ men
who is that? that’s my little friend

[outro]
i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
smoke motherf-ckers like it ain’t no thang

- eazy e

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