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Viewing Lyrics for Who Dem Niggas:
| | | Artist: | Tha Alkaholiks |
| | Album: | 21 And Over | | Track: | Who Dem Niggas | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 27 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring 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
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