Lyrical Breakdown of Niggaz My Height Don‘t Fight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Eazy-E weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Niggaz My Height Don‘t Fight" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Eazy-E employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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"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 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 somethin' for you, too
Cause it's 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 motherfucker 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 and 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
So tell all my homies said hello
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 - like it ain't no thang
You can't check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know, I got the stretcher 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
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