Bobby "Bobcat" Ervin - n***az My Height Don't Fight lyrics

[Intro] [Eazy w/ normal voice] "Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that b**h, step back and stop tryna jack." [Eazy w/ female voice] "But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?" [Eazy w/ normal voice] "No, ho, but you can get my duck sick." [Verse 1] 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 n***as try to trip Bone-out, put on my ski-mask and come back blastin' Cause n***as my height don't fight My name is Eazy-E, you're motherf**in' 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 [Hook] I'm the type of n***a That smokes motherf**ers I'm the type of n***a That smokes motherf**ers I don't give a f** f** Smoke motherf**ers I'mma smoke motherf**ers Cause I'm the "E" [Verse 2] So you can kiss my black a** f** the White House, it ain't my house So you can burn the motherf**ers 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 a** mark in the park Blow his brains out, stuff him in the bushes Take his gat, leave his a** 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, f** you, pay me Or I'mma have to get the strap My Nutty O.G. buddy Big Black I make you sh** in your pants and shake like Jell-O So tell all my homies said hello [Hook] I'm the type of n***a That smokes motherf**ers I'm the type of n***a That smokes motherf**ers I don't give a f** Smoke motherf**ers Smoke motherf**ers Like it ain't no thang [Verse 3] You can't check a checker But when you wanna try let me know I got the strecher on stand-by Starvin' for a n***a 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 k**in' men Who is that? That's my little friend [Outro] I don't give a f** I don't give a f** I don't give a f** f** f** f** f** I don't give a f** I don't give a f** Smoke motherf**ers like it ain't no thang