niggaz my height don’t fight lyrics – eazy-e

gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
b*tch, 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 n*gg*z try to trip
bone-out, put on my skimask
and come back blastin’
cause n*gg*z my height don’t fight
my name is eazy-e
you’re mothaf*ckin’ 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 teflon
and don’t let me hit the wetbomb
so watcha wanna do?
the red, white and blue, i got something for you too
cause it gonna be on when i’m kickin’ down my dough
so say h*llo to my new 44…

i’m a type of n*gg*…
that smokes mothaf*ckaz…
i’m a type of n*gg*…
that smokes mothaf*ckaz…
i don’t give a f*ck f*ck…
smoke mothaf*ckaz…
i’ma smoke mothaf*ckaz…
cause i’m the “e”

so you can kiss my black *ss
f*ck the white house, it aint my house
so you can burn the mothaf*cka 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 *ss mark in the park
blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
take his gat, leave his *ss for the rats
and 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 d*mn dog to my residents
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 jello
so tell all my homie i said h*llo…

i’m a type of n*gg*…
that smoke mothaf*ckaz…
i’m a type of n*gg*…
that smoke mothaf*ckaz…
i don’t give a f*ck…
smoke mothaf*ckaz…
smoke mothaf*ckaz…
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 n*gg* 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 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 mothaf*ckaz…
like it aint no thang…

/ eazy e lyrics