作曲 : Brooks, Brown, Robinson I am captain of egor Hahahaha 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 where you from the zoo Why you got beef with my click f**k you punk bitch And f**k you too this is la zoo And we don't give a mad f**k 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 motherf**kin 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 la zoo my nigga threat sway and tense E motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin ro and he's buzzin off the rum Yo 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 kickin up Das efx shit 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 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 suckas cause them niggas 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 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