Who Dem Niggas

<br>Intro:<br><br><br><br>I am captain of egor<br><br>Hahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!<br><br>Hes doin impressions!<br><br>Hi tremaine...<br><br><br><br>Yo threat, you ready? (yeah)<br><br>Sup? <br><br><br><br>Verse one: threat<br><br><br><br>Who is you nigga who is you? <br><br>I know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo<br><br>Why you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch<br><br>And fuck you too, this is l.a. zoo<br><br>And we dont give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers<br><br>Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch<br><br>Faster bastard dont make me have to plaster<br><br>Players, get smoked with my bare hands<br><br>Got the shit that sway in a wicked way<br><br>Like tash and j, motherfuckin ro hoe<br><br>Down with e-swift and the alkaholik crew<br><br>And to my homies this buds for you<br><br>Who is dem niggas<br><br><br><br>Verse two: e-swift<br><br><br><br>Guess who nigga been down evrysince<br><br>With the l.a. zoo, my nigga threat, sway, and tense<br><br>E motherfuckin swift ohh i, thought you knew<br><br>Looted me some glocks in april, ninety-two<br><br>But its a new day, so make way shortie<br><br>For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty<br><br>Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come<br><br>J motherfuckin ro and hes buzzin off the rum<br><br><br><br>Verse three: j-ro<br><br><br><br>Yo its the j-ro fever, catch it<br><br>Im prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit<br><br>If I hear, one more, nigga kickin up<br><br>Das efx shit, Im bombin, my style is uncommon<br><br>Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one<br><br>My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex<br><br>One, two, three, j-ro is who I be<br><br>I got more bone than a cemetary<br><br>Ninety-three mandingo, I got my own lingo<br><br>My mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo<br><br>But I trust no man, Im chillin like a snowman<br><br>I makin lots of dough, and the liks can rip a show and<br><br>Freak it, yo e-swift freak it<br><br>Wont ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it<br><br>I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat<br><br>Now they be like who that, and shit how he do that<br><br><br><br>Chorus: repeat 4x<br><br><br><br>[oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- busta rhymes, scenario<br><br>Who dem niggas, who dem niggas<br><br><br><br>Verse four: tash<br><br><br><br>Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats<br><br>I rip shit from cali to the valley of the jeep beats<br><br>They call me uncle sam cause my skillsll tax all yall<br><br>Call yall [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball yall<br><br>Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter<br><br>Mcs keep the gifts thats like flies from a spider<br><br>From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out<br><br>Diss yall, crew then turn around and punch your lights out<br><br>I take to the funk sound man since my pager<br><br>I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up<br><br>The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka<br><br>Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter<br><br>Stop the, presses, the liks rock the freshest<br><br>Im lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses<br><br>So who them niggas with beats for your ass<br><br>The alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash<br><br><br><br>Chorus