Zaggin My Height Don't Fight - 2002 Digital Remaster - Eazy-E

"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