Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zaggin My Height Don't Fight, artist - Eazy-E.
Date of issue: 11.02.2007
Song language: English
Zaggin My Height Don't Fight |
«Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie 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 a 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 busta |
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 wetbomb |
So what ya wanna do? |
The red, white and blue |
I got some for you, too |
Cause it gonna be on when I’m kickin' down doors |
So say hello to my new 44 |
I’m a type of nigga |
That smokes motherfuckers |
That smokes motherfuckers |
I don’t give a fuck fuck |
Smoke mothafuckaz |
I’mma 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 khakies 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 let me 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’mma have to get the strap |
My Nutty O.G. |
buddy Big Black |
I make you shit in your pants and shake like Jell-O |
So tell all my homies said hello |
I’m a type of nigga |
That smokes motherfuckers |
That smokes motherfuckers |
I don’t give a fuck |
Smoke motherfuckers |
Smoke motherfuckers |
Like it ain’t no thang |
You can’t check a checker |
But when you wanna try let me know |
I got the strecher on stand-by |
Starvin' for a nigga 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 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 motherfuckers like it ain’t no thang |