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letra de that dope nigga 1/2 dead - lil 1/2 dead

[lil 1/2 dead hook 5x]
1, 2, 3 who could it be?
the dopest motherf-cker that you hearing, lil 1/2 dead

[lil 1/2 dead]
early in the morning jumps out my bed
who am i, that looney lil’ n-gga half dead
i’m gonna tell you ’bout a trick i knew
a b-tch 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 -ss
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

[lil 1/2 dead hook 4x]

[lil 1/2 dead]
now i’m feeling allright, my rhymes are tight
and only one punk n-gga really tried to fight
my sk!lls, they might k!ll
so just chill before i stell your grill, for real
i got that funky -ss sh-t for your head
and only one n-gga 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 -ss sh-t 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 n-gga couldn’t see

[lil 1/2 dead hook 4x]

[lil 1/2 dead]
who’s the dopest motherf-cker that you’re hearing
that n-gga hd dog, he ain’t no mother f-cking joke
now what would happen if you f-ck with him
you gets rolled like a joint and smoked
now i still gets busy like a 4 on a switch
and still say f-ck a b-tch
even though i gots to make love to these hoes
now its 1994, all i love is my dough
and yo, my n-ggas 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 n-gga run up in my face, don’t you know he could get clowned
by the sounds of my sh-t, it’s funky like some chicken
it’s good to the bones and finger l!cking
i’m digging all these hoes out
i got to clout, so let me hear you mother f-cking shout

[lil 1/2 dead hook 16x]

- lil 12 dead

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