Alkaholiks F Threat Who Dem Niggas Lyrics

Who Dem Niggas Lyrics

Intro: 

  

 I am Captain of Egor 

 	Hahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions! 

 	He's doin impressions! 

 	Hi Tremaine... 

  

 Yo Threat, you ready? (yeah) 

 Sup? 

  

 Verse One: Threat 

  

 Who is you nigga who is you? 

 I know you from somewhere (where you from) The Zoo 

 Why you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch 

 And fuck you too, this is L.A. Zoo 

 And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers 

 Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch 

 Faster bastard don't make me have to plaster 

 Players, get smoked with my bare hands 

 Got the shit that sway in a wicked way 

 Like Tash and J, motherfuckin Ro hoe 

 Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew 

 And to my homies this Bud's for you 

 Who is dem niggas 

  

 Verse Two: E-Swift 

  

 Guess who nigga been down evrysince 

 With the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway, and Tense 

 E motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 shit 

 If I hear, one more, nigga kickin up 

 Das EFX shit, 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 shit how he do that 

  

 Chorus: repeat 4X 

  

 [Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- Busta Rhymes, Scenario 

 Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

  

 Verse Four: Tash 

  

 Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats 

 I rip shit 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 niggas 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 shit that make you want to beat your bitch up 

 The nigga, 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 bitches in the tight tight dresses 

 So who them niggas with beats for your ass 

 The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash 

  

 Chorus