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Who am I? |
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[radio skit: Lil' nigga 1/2 dead] |
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[Verse 1] |
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You know who I am, you know my motherfucking name |
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Long Beach is the city, Dogg Pound the game |
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1/2 Dead steppin' true the do' |
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With a 4-4 |
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Everybody get faced down on the fucking flo' |
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And yo |
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Give up your do' |
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And um, give up your ho' |
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And give me the keys the that motherfucking 6-4 |
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Hittin' swithces, bitches all on my nuts |
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Cause I drops nuttin' but funky cuts |
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Shuts |
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I don't know why, I be so fly |
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Way up in the sky till the day I die |
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I, ain't doing nuttin' but straight clownin' |
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Rollin' true your hood, Eastside Dogg Poundin' |
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And I don't give a fuck about a nigger |
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Cause every single day my game grows bigger |
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And um, if a nigga really wanna show me |
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He better hurry up and act like he know me |
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Because |
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[Chorus x4] |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm coming from the Eastside of the ocean |
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With the macrobiotic lotion |
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Now let me see your hands in the air with some motion |
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Movin' up straight from left to right |
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Cause we gon' rock this fucking party like all night (ooooh weeee) |
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Cause I don't give a fuck about a punk ass cop |
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I shoot him in his knees and watch his bitch ass drop |
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To the ground, the Pound is my gang |
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I told ya |
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Now I gotta fold ya, scold ya and ??? ya |
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And what you wanna trust ya punk |
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You got stomp by H-D dog in his dead ass trunk (dead ass nigga) |
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And that's how it goed and that's how it be |
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Don't fuck with a nigga from the LBC (nigga) |
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Cause you can ??? with this mental |
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And thrown a park fucking with a BG with a gang of hard (nigga) |
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So sit down befor you get smacked |
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Bitch ass nigga |
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You know where my hard is at |
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Because |
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[Chorus x4] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Like the I says make him say it again |
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Cause it's the weedpin and it'll drop of gin |
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And juice, get my caps l loose |
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Fuck a gang trues |
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And I'll re-produce |
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Some mo' gangsta shit for your monkey ass |
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And niggas will be asking me how it will be so damn fast |
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But I don't tell 'em shit |
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I let 'em pay for his nuts |
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Cause like I said I drops nuttin' but funky cuts |
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And all you hookers and ho's |
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All lickin' my fingers |
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So could you please back up and give me my space? |
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Huh, cause I, gots to drop this gangsta shit |
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And if you to close |
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Then pussy you'll get hit like all in yo' mouth |
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No doubt |
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1/2 Dead is in the house in the Pound, in the back |
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Ready to get yo' punk ass out, fool |
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So back up and drink ya drink, punk |
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Nigga, befor I have to make you for your dank |
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And um |
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[Chorus x4] |
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[Outro] |
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Yea, yea, yea, yea |
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Lil' 1/2 Dead |
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Yea |
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For the motherfucking 199-flo |
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And ya don't stop, fool |
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Yea |
