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

Yo Threat, you
(Yeah)

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

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

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

And to my homies this for you
Who is dem

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

But it's a new day, so way shortie
For the nigge the brown bag wrapped around the forty
up, yo, I said hold up, here he come
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 style is

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

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

it, E-Swift, freak it
Won't ya 'em up peak after funk when they seek it?
I used to walk the block my pops playing poo-tat
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 Beats
They call me Sam 'cause 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 flies from a spider
From the slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out
Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch lights out

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

Stop the, presses, the rock the freshest
I'm looking for the bitches in the tight, dresses
So who them niggas with for your 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