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tha alkaholiks – who dem niggas lyrics

intro:

i am captain of egor
hahahaha, this n-gg- is doin impressions!
he’s doin impressions!
hi tremaine…

yo threat, you ready? (yeah)
sup?

verse one: threat

who is you n-gg- who is you?
i know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo
why you got beef with my click, f-ck you punk b-tch
and f-ck you too, this is l.a. zoo
and we don’t give a mad f-ck about you sorry -ss suckers
tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch
faster b-st-rd don’t make me have to plaster
players, get smoked with my bare hands
got the sh-t that sway in a wicked way
like tash and j, motherf-ckin ro hoe
down with e-swift and the alkaholik crew
and to my homies this bud’s for you
who is dem n-gg-s

verse two: e-swift

guess who n-gg- been down evrysince
with the l.a. zoo, my n-gg- threat, sway, and tense
e motherf-ckin 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 nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty
hold up, yo, i said hold up, here he come
j motherf-ckin ro and he’s buzzin off the rum

verse three: j-ro

yo it’s the j-ro fever, catch it
i’m pr-ne to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck sh-t
if i hear, one more, n-gg- kickin up
das efx sh-t, 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-t how he do that

chorus: repeat 4x

[oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] — busta rhymes, scenario
who dem n-gg-s, who dem n-gg-s

verse four: tash

tash on the mic makes n-gg-s play the cheap seats
i rip sh-t from cali to the valley of the jeep beats
they call me uncle sam cause my skills’ll tax all y’all
call y’all [suckas] cause them n-gg-s 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-t that make you want to beat your b-tch up
the n-gg-, 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-tches in the tight tight dresses
so who them n-gg-s with beats for your -ss
the alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash

chorus

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