Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Dope Nigga 1/2 Dead, artist - Lil' 1/2 Dead. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
That Dope Nigga 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 |