That Dope Nigga 1/2 Dead - Lil' 1/2 Dead

1, 2, 3 who could it be?

The dopest motherfucker that you hearing, Lil ½ Dead

Early in the morning jumps out my bed

Who am I, that looney lil' nigga half dead

I’m gonna tell you 'bout a trick I knew

A bitch I met way back in '82

Her name was Grace

Her face was all that and a bag of chips

And boy, she had hips, I dips

Every single day down her block

But now that ho jocks cause I served like some rocks

It’s like everytime she see me she’s flagging me down

I just swerve on her and I throw up the pound

I let the ho know that I don’t love her ass

As I mash on my gas and dash

To me it’s seeming, the girl is fiendin'

She really wants be down with my team and

Making lots of money scheming

But as I turn the corner, all I heard the ho screamin' was, uh

Now I’m feeling allright, my rhymes are tight

And only one punk nigga really tried to fight

My skills, they might kill

So just chill before I stell your grill, for real

I got that funky ass shit for your head

And only one nigga tried to see Half Dead

In the party that night, he wanted to fight

He got mad cause my rhymes was so tight

I had to serve him like a stake on a platter

You know to me it really didn’t matter

I shattered all his hopes, all his dreams

I make the party swing, now he’s on feam

For that funky ass shit that I be saying

You know I wasn’t playing

I left him on his knees praying

That he could really be like me

A real G, but that nigga couldn’t see

Who’s the dopest motherfucker that you’re hearing

That nigga HD dog, he ain’t no mother fucking joke

Now what would happen if you fuck with him

You gets rolled like a joint and smoked

Now I still gets busy like a 4 on a switch

And still say fuck a bitch

Even though I gots to make love to these hoes

Now its 1994, all I love is my dough

And yo, my niggas from the D-O double G

P-O-U-N-D from the L-B-C

I’m putting it down for the pound

And if a nigga run up in my face, don’t you know he could get clowned

By the sounds of my shit, it’s funky like some chicken

It’s good to the bones and finger licking

I’m digging all these hoes out

I got to clout, so let me hear you mother fucking shout