Intro:
I am captain of egor
Hahahaha, this n***a is doin impressions!
He's doin impressions!
Hi tremaine...
Yo threat, you ready? (yeah)
Sup?
Verse one: threat
Who is you n***a who is you?
I know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo
Why you got beef with my click, f** you punk b**h
And f** you too, this is l.a. zoo
And we don't give a mad f** about you sorry a** s**ers
Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch
Faster ba*tard don't make me have to plaster
Players, get smoked with my bare hands
Got the sh** that sway in a wicked way
Like tash and j, motherf**in ro hoe
Down with e-swift and the alkaholik crew
And to my homies this bud's for you
Who is dem n***as
Verse two: e-swift
Guess who n***a been down evrysince
With the l.a. zoo, my n***a threat, sway, and tense
E motherf**in 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**e with the brown bag wrapped around the forty
Hold up, yo, i said hold up, here he come
J motherf**in 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 sh**
If i hear, one more, n***a kickin up
Das efx sh**, 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 sh** how he do that
Chorus: repeat 4x
[oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- busta rhymes, scenario
Who dem n***as, who dem n***as
Verse four: tash
Tash on the mic makes n***as play the cheap seats
I rip sh** from cali to the valley of the jeep beats
They call me uncle sam cause my sk**s'll tax all y'all
Call y'all [s**as] cause them n***as 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** that make you want to beat your b**h up
The n***a, 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**hes in the tight tight dresses
So who them n***as with beats for your a**
The alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash
Chorus