Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - That Dope n***a 1/2 Dead lyrics

[Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 5x] 1, 2, 3 who could it be? The dopest motherf**er 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***a half dead I'm gonna tell you 'bout a trick I knew A b**h 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 a** 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***a really tried to fight My sk**s, they might k** So just chill before I stell your grill, for real I got that funky a** sh** for your head And only one n***a 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 a** sh** 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***a couldn't see [Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 4x] [Lil 1/2 Dead] Who's the dopest motherf**er that you're hearing That n***a HD dog, he ain't no mother f**ing joke Now what would happen if you f** 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** a b**h Even though I gots to make love to these hoes Now its 1994, all I love is my dough And yo, my n***as 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***a run up in my face, don't you know he could get clowned By the sounds of my sh**, 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 f**ing shout [Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 16x]