[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 ho
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!]
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: repeat 4X]
[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- Busta Rhymes, Scenario
Who dem n***as, who dem n***as