| Who am I?
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| (radio skit: Lil' nigga ½ dead
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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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| ½ 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 nigga
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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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| 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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| 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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| ½ 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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| Yea, yea, yea, yea
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| Lil' ½ 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 |