J-Ro - Who Dem n***as lyrics

[Verse One: Threat] Who is you n***a who is you? I know you from somewhere (where you from) The Zoo Why you got beef with my click, f** you punk b**h And f** you too, this is L.A. Zoo And we don't give a mad f** about you sorry a** s**ers Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch Faster ba*tard don't make me have to plaster Players, get smoked with my bare hands Got the sh** that sway in a wicked way Like Tash and J, motherf**in Ro ho Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew And to my homies this Bud's for you Who is dem n***as [Verse Two: E-Swift] Guess who n***a been down evrysince With the L.A. Zoo, my n***a Threat, Sway, and Tense E motherf**in Swift ohh I, thought you knew Looted me some Glocks in April, Ninety-Two But it's a new day, so make way shortie For the n**e with the brown bag wrapped around the forty Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come J motherf**in Ro and he's buzzin off the rum [Verse Three: J-Ro] Yo it's the J-Ro fever, catch it I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck sh** If I hear, one more, n***a kickin up Das EFX sh**, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex One, two, three, J-Ro is who I be I got more bone than a cemetary Ninety-Three mandingo, I got my own lingo My Mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo But I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman I makin lots of dough, and the Liks can rip a show and Freak it, yo E-Swift freak it Won't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat Now they be like who that, and sh** how he do that [Chorus: repeat 4X] [Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] Who dem n***as, who dem n***as [Verse Four: Tash] Tash on the mic makes n***as play the cheap seats I rip sh** from Cali to the Valley of the Jeep Beats They call me Uncle Sam cause my sk**s'll tax all y'all Call y'all [s**as] cause them n***as need to ball y'all Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter MC's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out I take to the funk sound man since my pager I kick the kind of sh** that make you want to beat your b**h up The n***a, knocker, tipsy off the vodka Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter Stop the, presses, the Liks rock the freshest I'm lookin for the b**hes in the tight tight dresses So who them n***as with beats for your a** The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash [Chorus: repeat 4X] [Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- Busta Rhymes, Scenario Who dem n***as, who dem n***as