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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 you from somewhere, The Zoo
(Where you from?)
Why you got beef with my click, fuck you, punk

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

Players, get smoked with my bare
Got the shit that sway in a way
Like Tash and J, Ro hoe
Down E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew

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

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

But it's a new day, so make way
For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the
Hold up, yo, I said hold up, he come
J motherfucking Ro and he's off the rum

the J-Ro fever, catch it
I'm prone to grab the microphone and get and wreck shit
If I hear, one more, kicking 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 a muscle when I flex
One, two, three, is who I be
I got bone than a cemetery

Mandingo, I got my own lingo
My Mexican homey, told me trust a gringo
But I trust no man, I'm chilling like a
I making lots of and the Liks can rip a show and

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

(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

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

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

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

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

(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