Who Dem Niggas Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

I am Captain of Egor 

This nigga is doing impressions 

He's doing impressions 

Hi Tremaine 

Yo Threat, you ready? 

(Yeah) 

'Sup? 

Who is you nigga, who is you? 

I know you from somewhere, The Zoo 

(Where you from?) 

Why you got beef with my click, fuck you, punk bitch 

And fuck you too, this is L.A. Zoo 

And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers 

Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch 

Faster bastard, don't make me have to plaster 

Players, get smoked with my bare hands 

Got the shit that sway in a wicked way 

Like Tash and J, motherfucking Ro hoe 

Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew 

And to my homies this Bud's for you 

Who is dem niggas? 

Guess who nigga been down evrysince? 

With the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense 

E motherfucking Swift, 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 motherfucking Ro and he's buzzing off the rum 

It's the J-Ro fever, catch it 

I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit 

If I hear, one more, nigga kicking up 

Das EFX shit, I'm bombing, 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 cemetery 

Ninety-Three Mandingo, I got my own lingo 

My Mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo 

But I trust no man, I'm chilling like a snowman 

I making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and 

Freak it, 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 playing poo-tat 

Now they be like who that and shit, how he do that? 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats 

I rip shit 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 cause them niggas need to ball y'all 

(Suckas) 

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 shit that make you want to beat your bitch up 

The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka 

Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter 

Stop the, presses, the Liks rock the freshest 

I'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses 

So who them niggas with beats for your ass 

The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas 

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh) 

Who dem niggas, who dem niggas