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I am Captain of
This nigga is impressions
He's impressions
Hi

Yo Threat, you
(Yeah)

Who is you nigga, who is
I know you 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 a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers
Tick tock chrome off that fake watch
Faster bastard, make me have to plaster

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

And to my homies this for you
Who is dem

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

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

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

Peep it, keep it in 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

Ninety-Three Mandingo, I got my own
My Mexican homey, told me never trust a
But I trust no man, I'm chilling a snowman
I making lots of and the Liks can rip a show and

Freak it, E-Swift, it
Won't ya give 'em up after funk when they seek it?
I used to walk the with my pops playing poo-tat
Now they be 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

Tash on the mic makes niggas play the seats
I rip from Cali to the Valley of the Jeep Beats
call me Uncle Sam 'cause my skills'll tax all y'all
Call y'all cause them 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
the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out
Diss y'all, crew then around and punch your lights out

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

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