Who Dem n*ggas lyrics

[Verse 1: Threat]
Who is you n*gga 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 ass suckers
Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch
Faster bast*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 ho
Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew
And to my homies this Bud's for you
Who is dem n*ggas

[Verse 2: E-Swift]
Guess who n*gga been down ever since
With the L.A. Zoo, my n*gga 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 n*gga 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 3: J-Ro]
Yo it's the J-Ro fever, catch it
I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck sh*t
If I hear, one more, n*gga 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 cemetery
Ninety-Three mandingo, I got my own lingo
My Mexican homie 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?"
[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Tash]
Tash on the mic makes n*ggas 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*ggas 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*gga, 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*ggas with beats for your ass?
The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash
[Hook]
[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!]
Who dem n*ggas, who dem n*ggas
[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!]
Who dem n*ggas, who dem n*ggas
[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!]
Who dem n*ggas, who dem n*ggas
[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!]
Who dem n*ggas, who dem n*ggas