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I am of Egor
This nigga is impressions
doing impressions
Hi

Yo Threat, you
(Yeah)

Who is you nigga, who is
I know you somewhere, The Zoo
(Where you from?)
Why you got with my click, fuck you, punk bitch

And you too, this is L.A. Zoo
And we give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers
Tick chrome off that fake gold watch
Faster bastard, don't make me to plaster

Players, get smoked my bare hands
Got the shit that in a wicked way
Tash and J, motherfucking Ro hoe
Down with and the Alkaholik crew

And to my homies Bud's for you
Who is dem

who nigga been down evrysince?
With the L.A. Zoo, my Threat, Sway and Tense
E Swift, I thought you knew
Looted me some in April, Ninety-Two

But a new day, so make way shortie
For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped the forty
Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he
J motherfucking Ro and buzzing off the rum

It's the fever, catch it
I'm prone to the microphone and get evil and wreck shit
If I hear, one more, nigga up
Das EFX shit, I'm bombing, my is uncommon

it, keep it in your brain until the next one
My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle I flex
One, two, three, is who I be
I got more bone than a

Mandingo, I got my own lingo
My Mexican homey, told me never a gringo
But I no man, I'm chilling like a snowman
I lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and

Freak it, E-Swift, it
Won't ya give 'em up peak after funk when seek it?
I used to walk the block with my pops playing
Now they be like who that and shit, how he do

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem

Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap
I rip shit from Cali to the Valley of the Jeep
They call me Uncle Sam my skills'll tax all y'all
Call y'all cause them niggas to ball y'all
(Suckas)

Rhyme phat pages up and 'em wit ya lighter
MC's keep the gifts that's like flies a spider
the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out
Diss y'all, crew then turn around and your lights out

I take to the funk man since my pager
I kick the kind of shit that you want to beat your bitch up
The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the
on the mic floats like a helicopter

Stop the, presses, the rock the freshest
I'm looking for the in the tight, tight dresses
So who niggas with beats for your ass
The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem