You Know Me
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Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
You know who I am, you know my motherfuckin' name
Long Beach is the city, Dogg Pound's the gang
Half Dead steppin' through the door with the .44
Everybody get face down on the fuckin' floor
And yo, give up your dough and uh, give up your ho
And give me them keys to that motherfuckin' 6-4
Hittin' switches, bitches all on my nuts
'Cause I drops nothin' but funky cuts, shucks
I don't know why I be so fly
Way up in the sky 'til the day I die
I ain't doin' nothin' but straight clownin'
Rollin' through your hood, Eastside Dogg Poundin'
And I don't give a fuck about a nigga
'Cause every single day my gang grows bigger
And uh, if a nigga really wanna show me
He better hurry up and act like he know me because
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
I'm comin' from the eastside of the ocean with the mackadocious potion
Now let me see your hands in the air with some motion
Movin' 'em straight from left to right
'Cause we gon' rock this fuckin' party like all night
'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 put you in my trunk, you punk
You got stomped by HD Dogg when he was dead drunk
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
Fuckin' with a B.G. with a gang of heart, nigga
So sit down before you get smacked
Bitch ass nigga, you know where my heart is at because
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
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 reproduce
Some more gangsta shit for your monkey ass
And niggas be askin' me how I do it so damn fast
But I don't tell 'em shit, I let 'em hang on these nuts
'Cause like I said, I drops nothin' but funky cuts
And all you niggas and you hoes all up in my face
So could you please back up and give me my space?
Huh, 'cause I gots to drop this gangsta shit
And if you're too close, guaranteed you get hit
Like all in your mouth, no doubt, Half Dead is in the house
And the Pound in the back ready to knock your punk ass out
So back up and just drink your drink, punk nigga
Before I gank you for your dank and um
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil' Half Dead
Yeah, for the motherfuckin' 1990 flow
And you don't stop
Yeah