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Eazy-E( Eric Lynn Wright )
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Niggaz My Height Don't Fight
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that Bitch, step back an' stop tryna 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 ain't playin' Gotta roll with the bunches Can't help the travellin' bunches Now ain't that somethin'
Just in case a few niggaz tryin' to trip Bone out, put on my ski mask an' come back blastin' 'Cause niggaz my height don't fight My name is Eazy-E, you're mothafuckin' right
They must've thought I was a busta You're wearin' your bulletproof vest, so what's next? I got my nine fitted up with Teflon An' don't let me hit the wet bomb
So watcha you wanna do? The red, white an' blue, I got something for you too 'Cause it's gonna be on when I'm kickin' down doors So say hello to my new 44
I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz I'm a type of nigga 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 ain't my house So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care 'Cause T-shirts an' 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, leave his ass for the rats Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
An' let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol Warrant by the LAPD-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, 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 an' shake like jello So tell all my homies I said hello
I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz I don't give a fuck, smokes mothafuckaz Smoke mothafuckaz like it ain't no thang
You can't check a checker But when you wanna try, let me know I got the stretcher on stand-by Starvin' for a nigga like you The things is [Incomprehensible]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 an' 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 ain't no thang
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