Alkaholiks Who Dem Niggas Lyrics

Who Dem Niggas Lyrics

f/ Threat







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