Tha Alkaholiks - Who Dem n***as lyrics

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Tha Alkaholiks - Who Dem n***as lyrics

Intro: I am captain of egor Hahahaha, this n***a is doin impressions! He's doin impressions! Hi tremaine... Yo threat, you ready? (yeah) Sup? 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 hoe 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!] -- busta rhymes, scenario 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