Niggaz My Height Don't Fight

Gimme this, gimme that, gimme this, gimme that

Bitch, step back and stop tryna jack

But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?

No, ho, 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 punches

Can't help the travellin' bunches

Now, ain't that somethin'?

Just in case a few niggas try to trip

Bone-out, put on my ski-mask and come back blastin'

'Cause niggas my height don't fight

My name is Eazy-E, you're motherfuckin' 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?

The red, white and blue

I got some for you, too

'Cause this gon' be on when I'm kickin' down doors

So say hello to my new .44

I'm the type of nigga

That smokes motherfuckers

I'm the type of nigga

That smokes motherfuckers

I don't give a fuck, fuck

Smoke motherfuckers

I'ma smoke motherfuckers

'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 motherfuckers 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, 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 damn dime to my residence

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 Jell-O