Lil 1/2 Dead - That Dope Nigga 1/2 Dead [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 5x]
1, 2, 3 who could it be?
The dopest motherfucker 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' 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

[Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 4x]

[Lil 1/2 Dead]
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

[Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 4x]

[Lil 1/2 Dead]
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

[Lil 1/2 Dead Hook 16x]