[Hook (4x)]

Who am I?
(radio skit: Lil' nigga 1/2 dead)

[Verse 1]
You know who I am, you know my motherfucking name
Long Beach is the city, Dogg Pound the game
1/2 Dead steppin' true the do'
With a 4-4
Everybody get faced down on the fucking flo'
And yo
Give up your do'
And um, give up your ho'
And give me the keys to that motherfucking 6-4
Hittin' swithces, bitches all on my nuts
Cause I drops nuttin' but funky cuts
Shucks
I don't know why, I be so fly
Way up in the sky till the day I die
I, ain't doing nuttin' but straight clownin'
Rollin' true your hood, Eastside Dogg Poundin'
And I don't give a fuck about a nigga
Cause every single day my game grows bigger
And um, if a nigga really wanna show me
He better hurry up and act like he know me
Because

[Hook (4x)]

[Verse 2]
I'm coming from the Eastside of the ocean
With the macadocious potion
Now let me see your hands in the air with some motion
Movin' up straight from left to right
Cause we gon' rock this fucking party like all night (ooooh weeee)
Cause I don't give a fuck about a punk ass cop
I shoot him in his knees and watch his bitch ass drop
To the ground, the Pound is my gang
I told ya
Now I gotta fold ya, scold ya and mold ya
And what you wanna trust ya punk
You got stomp by H-D dog in his dead ass trunk (dead ass nigga)
And that's how it goes and that's how it be
Don't fuck with a nigga from the LBC (nigga)
Cause you'll get gaffled, dismantled and torn apart
Fucking with a BG with a gang of heart (nigga)
So sit down before you get smacked
Bitch ass nigga
You know where my heart is at
Because

[Hook (4x)]

[Verse 3]
Like the Isleys make me say it again
Cause it's the weekend and I'm drunk off gin
And juice, let my caps loose
Fuck a gang truce
And then I'll re-produce
Some mo' gangsta shit for your monkey ass
And niggas be asking me how I do it so damn fast
But I don't tell 'em shit
I let 'em pay for his nuts
Cause like I said I drops nuttin' but funky cuts
And all you hookers and you ho's
All lickin' my fingers
So could you please back up and give me my space?
Huh, cause I, gots to drop this gangsta shit
And if you too close
Guaranteed you'll get hit, like all in yo' mouth
No doubt
1/2 Dead is in the house and the Pound in the back
Ready to knock yo' punk ass out, fool
So back up and drink ya drink, punk nigga
Before I gang you for your dank
And um

[Hook (4x)]

[Outro]

Yea, yea, yea, yea
Lil' 1/2 Dead
Yea
For the motherfucking 199-flo
And ya don't stop, fool
Yea