Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Who Dem Niggas
Tha Alkaholiks - Who Dem Niggas слова песни
Intro:I am captain of egorHahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!Hes doin impressions!Hi tremaine...Yo threat, you ready? (yeah)Sup? Verse one: threatWho is you nigga who is you? I know you from somewhere (where you from) the zooWhy you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitchAnd fuck you too, this is l.a. zooAnd we dont give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckersTick tock chrome off that fake gold watchFaster bastard dont make me have to plasterPlayers, get smoked with my bare handsGot the shit that sway in a wicked wayLike tash and j, motherfuckin ro hoeDown with e-swift and the alkaholik crewAnd to my homies this buds for youWho is dem niggasVerse two: e-swiftGuess who nigga been down evrysinceWith the l.a. zoo, my nigga threat, sway, and tenseE motherfuckin swift ohh i, thought you knewLooted me some glocks in april, ninety-twoBut its a new day, so make way shortieFor the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the fortyHold up, yo, I said hold up, here he comeJ motherfuckin ro and hes buzzin off the rumVerse three: j-roYo its the j-ro fever, catch itIm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shitIf I hear, one more, nigga kickin upDas efx shit, Im bombin, my style is uncommonPeep it, keep it in your brain until the next oneMy rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flexOne, two, three, j-ro is who I beI got more bone than a cemetaryNinety-three mandingo, I got my own lingoMy mexican homey, told me never trust a gringoBut I trust no man, Im chillin like a snowmanI makin lots of dough, and the liks can rip a show andFreak it, yo e-swift freak itWont ya give em up peak after funk when they seek itI used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tatNow they be like who that, and shit how he do thatChorus: repeat 4x[oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- busta rhymes, scenarioWho dem niggas, who dem niggasVerse four: tashTash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seatsI rip shit from cali to the valley of the jeep beatsThey call me uncle sam cause my skillsll tax all yallCall yall [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball yallRhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighterMcs keep the gifts thats like flies from a spiderFrom the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics outDiss yall, crew then turn around and punch your lights outI take to the funk sound man since my pagerI kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch upThe nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodkaTash on the mic floats like a helicopterStop the, presses, the liks rock the freshestIm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dressesSo who them niggas with beats for your assThe alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tashChorus