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Intro:
I am Captain of Egor
Hahahaha, this nigg* is doin impressions!
He's doin impressions!
Hi Tremaine...
Yo Threat, you ready? (yeah)
Sup?
Verse One: Threat
Who is you nigg* who is you?
I know you from somewhere (where you from) The Zoo
Why you got beef with my click, fk you punk b*tch
And fk you too, this is L.A. Zoo
And we don't give a mad fk about you sorry as* suckers
Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch
Faster b*stard don't make me have to plaster
Players, get smoked with my bare hands
Got the s**t that sway in a wicked way
Like Tash and J, motherfkin Ro hoe
Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew
And to my homies this Bud's for you
Who is dem
Verse Two: E-Swift
Guess who nigg* been down evrysince
With the L.A. Zoo, my nigg* Threat, Sway, and Tense
E motherfkin Swift ohh I, thought you knew
Looted me some glocks in April, Ninety-Two
But it's a new day, so make way shortie
For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty
Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come
J motherfkin Ro and he's buzzin off the rum
Verse Three: J-Ro
Yo it's the J-Ro fever, catch it
I'm pr*ne to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck s**t
If I hear, one more, nigg* kickin up
Das EFX s**t, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon
Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one
My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex
one, two, three, J-Ro is who I be
I got more bone than a cemetary
Ninety-Three mandingo, I got my own lingo
My Mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo
But I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman
I makin lots of dough, and the Liks can rip a show and
Freak it, yo E-Swift freak it
Won't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it
I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat
Now they be like who that, and s**t how he do that
Chorus: repeat 4X
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! -- Busta Rhymes, Scenario
Who dem , who dem
Verse Four: Tash
Tash on the mic makes play the cheap seats
I rip s**t from Cali to the Valley of the Jeep Beats
They call me Uncle Sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all
Call y'all suckas cause them need to ball y'all
Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter
MC's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider
From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out
Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out
I take to the funk sound man since my pager
I kick the kind of s**t that make you want to beat your b*tch up
The nigg*, knocker, tipsy off the vodka
Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter
Stop the, presses, the Liks rock the freshest
I'm lookin for the girls in the tight tight dresses
So who them with beats for your ass
The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash
Chorus