 |
| Eazy-e Miscellaneous Niggaz My Height Don't Fight 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... |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.