[{"id":9408749,"name":"Who Dem Niggas","trackName":"Who Dem Niggas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nI am captain of egor\nHahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!\nHe's doin impressions!\nHi tremaine...\n\nYo threat, you ready? (yeah)\nSup?\n\nVerse one: threat\n\nWho is you nigga who is you?\nI know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo\nWhy you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch\nAnd fuck you too, this is l.a. zoo\nAnd we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\nTick tock chrome off that fake gold watch\nFaster bastard don't make me have to plaster\nPlayers, get smoked with my bare hands\nGot the shit that sway in a wicked way\nLike tash and j, motherfuckin ro hoe\nDown with e-swift and the alkaholik crew\nAnd to my homies this bud's for you\nWho is dem niggas\n\nVerse two: e-swift\n\nGuess who nigga been down evrysince\nWith the l.a. zoo, my nigga threat, sway, and tense\nE motherfuckin swift ohh i, thought you knew\nLooted me some glocks in april, ninety-two\nBut it's a new day, so make way shortie\nFor the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty\nHold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\nJ motherfuckin ro and he's buzzin off the rum\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nYo it's the j-ro fever, catch it\nI'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit\nIf I hear, one more, nigga kickin up\nDas efx shit, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon\nPeep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\nMy rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex\nOne, two, three, j-ro is who I be\nI got more bone than a cemetary\nNinety-three mandingo, I got my own lingo\nMy mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo\nBut I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman\nI makin lots of dough, and the liks can rip a show and\nFreak it, yo e-swift freak it\nWon't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it\nI used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat\nNow they be like who that, and shit how he do that\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\n[oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- busta rhymes, scenario\nWho dem niggas, who dem niggas\n\nVerse four: tash\n\nTash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\nI rip shit from cali to the valley of the jeep beats\nThey call me uncle sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all\nCall y'all [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball y'all\nRhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter\nMc's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider\nFrom the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out\nDiss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\nI take to the funk sound man since my pager\nI kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up\nThe nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\nTash on the mic floats like a helicopter\nStop the, presses, the liks rock the freshest\nI'm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses\nSo who them niggas with beats for your ass\nThe alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Dem Niggas\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  I am captain of egor\n  Hahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!\n  He's doin impressions!\n  Hi tremaine...\n\n  Yo threat, you ready? (yeah)\n  Sup?\n\n  Verse one: threat\n\n  Who is you nigga who is you?\n  I know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo\n  Why you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch\n  And fuck you too, this is l.a. zoo\n  And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\n  Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch\n  Faster bastard don't make me have to plaster\n  Players, get smoked with my bare hands\n  Got the shit that sway in a wicked way\n  Like tash and j, motherfuckin ro hoe\n  Down with e-swift and the alkaholik crew\n  And to my homies this bud's for you\n  Who is dem niggas\n\n  Verse two: e-swift\n\n  Guess who nigga been down evrysince\n  With the l.a. zoo, my nigga threat, sway, and tense\n  E motherfuckin swift ohh i, thought you knew\n  Looted me some glocks in april, ninety-two\n  But it's a new day, so make way shortie\n  For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty\n  Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\n  J motherfuckin ro and he's buzzin off the rum\n\n  Verse three: j-ro\n\n  Yo it's the j-ro fever, catch it\n  I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit\n  If I hear, one more, nigga kickin up\n  Das efx shit, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon\n  Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\n  My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex\n  One, two, three, j-ro is who I be\n  I got more bone than a cemetary\n  Ninety-three mandingo, I got my own lingo\n  My mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo\n  But I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman\n  I makin lots of dough, and the liks can rip a show and\n  Freak it, yo e-swift freak it\n  Won't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it\n  I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat\n  Now they be like who that, and shit how he do that\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  [oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- busta rhymes, scenario\n  Who dem niggas, who dem niggas\n\n  Verse four: tash\n\n  Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\n  I rip shit from cali to the valley of the jeep beats\n  They call me uncle sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all\n  Call y'all [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball y'all\n  Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter\n  Mc's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider\n  From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out\n  Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\n  I take to the funk sound man since my pager\n  I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up\n  The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\n  Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter\n  Stop the, presses, the liks rock the freshest\n  I'm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses\n  So who them niggas with beats for your ass\n  The alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":40185743,"name":"Who Dem Niggas","trackName":"Who Dem Niggas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I am captain of Igor\nI'm on board like a motherfucker, look\nThis nigga is doing impressions\nHe's doing impressions\nHi Tremaine...\nIrie, uh...\n\nYo Threat, you ready yet?\nWhat's up?\nWho is you, nigga, who is you?\nI know you from somewhere, where you from?\nThe Zoo\nWhy you got beef with my click?\nFuck you punk bitch, and fuck you too\nThis is L.A. Zoo\nAnd we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\nTick-tock, pull off that fake gold watch\nFaster, faster, don't make me have to blast ya\nClans, get smoked with my bare hands\nAnd dap the shit that sway in a wicked way\nLike Tash and Jack, motherfucking Ro, ho\nDown with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew\nAnd to my homies this buzz for you\nWho is them niggas?\n\nGuess who? Nigga been down every since\nWith the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense\nE-motherfucking-Swift, oh I thought you knew\nLooted me some Glocks in April '92\nBut it's a new day, so make way, shorty\nFor the niggas with the brown bags wrapped around the forty\nHold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\nJ-motherfucking-Ro, and he's buzzing off the rum\n\nYo, it's the J-Ro fever, catch it\nI pull and grab the microphone, it get evil and wretched\nIf I hear one more nigga kicking that das-efex shit\nI'm bombing, my style is uncommon\nPeep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\nMy rhyme'll lift you up like a muscle when I flex\nOne, two, three, J-Ro is who I be\nI got more bone than a cemetery\nNine and three Mandingo, I got my own lingo\nMy Mexican homie told me never trust a gringo\nBut I trust no man, I'm chilling like a snowman\nI'm making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and\nFreak it, yo E-Swift freak it\nWon't you give em up, peep at the funk when they seek it\nI used to walk the block with my box playing Boo-Yaa\nNow they be like who that, and shit, how he do that?\n\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\n\nTash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\nI rip shit from Cali to the valley of the Jeepies\nThey call me Uncle Sam cause my skills attacks all y'all\nCall y'all suckas, cause y'all niggas need to ball y'all\nRhyme path pagers, up and light em with your lighter\nMC's keep they distance like flies from a spider\nFrom the pimp slap, light skinned, kid that turns the mics out\nDiss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\nI can't feel the funk sound, man switch my pitch up\nI kick the kind of shit that make you wanna beat your bitch up\nThe nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\nTash on the mic floats like a helicopter\nStop the presses, the Liks rock the freshest\nI'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses\nSo who them niggas with beats for your ass?\nThe Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash\n\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Dem Niggas\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 225633\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I am captain of Igor\n  I'm on board like a motherfucker, look\n  This nigga is doing impressions\n  He's doing impressions\n  Hi Tremaine...\n  Irie, uh...\n\n  Yo Threat, you ready yet?\n  What's up?\n  Who is you, nigga, who is you?\n  I know you from somewhere, where you from?\n  The Zoo\n  Why you got beef with my click?\n  Fuck you punk bitch, and fuck you too\n  This is L.A. Zoo\n  And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\n  Tick-tock, pull off that fake gold watch\n  Faster, faster, don't make me have to blast ya\n  Clans, get smoked with my bare hands\n  And dap the shit that sway in a wicked way\n  Like Tash and Jack, motherfucking Ro, ho\n  Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew\n  And to my homies this buzz for you\n  Who is them niggas?\n\n  Guess who? Nigga been down every since\n  With the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense\n  E-motherfucking-Swift, oh I thought you knew\n  Looted me some Glocks in April '92\n  But it's a new day, so make way, shorty\n  For the niggas with the brown bags wrapped around the forty\n  Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\n  J-motherfucking-Ro, and he's buzzing off the rum\n\n  Yo, it's the J-Ro fever, catch it\n  I pull and grab the microphone, it get evil and wretched\n  If I hear one more nigga kicking that das-efex shit\n  I'm bombing, my style is uncommon\n  Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\n  My rhyme'll lift you up like a muscle when I flex\n  One, two, three, J-Ro is who I be\n  I got more bone than a cemetery\n  Nine and three Mandingo, I got my own lingo\n  My Mexican homie told me never trust a gringo\n  But I trust no man, I'm chilling like a snowman\n  I'm making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and\n  Freak it, yo E-Swift freak it\n  Won't you give em up, peep at the funk when they seek it\n  I used to walk the block with my box playing Boo-Yaa\n  Now they be like who that, and shit, how he do that?\n\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n\n  Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\n  I rip shit from Cali to the valley of the Jeepies\n  They call me Uncle Sam cause my skills attacks all y'all\n  Call y'all suckas, cause y'all niggas need to ball y'all\n  Rhyme path pagers, up and light em with your lighter\n  MC's keep they distance like flies from a spider\n  From the pimp slap, light skinned, kid that turns the mics out\n  Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\n  I can't feel the funk sound, man switch my pitch up\n  I kick the kind of shit that make you wanna beat your bitch up\n  The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\n  Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter\n  Stop the presses, the Liks rock the freshest\n  I'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses\n  So who them niggas with beats for your ass?\n  The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash\n\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n"},{"id":36458931,"name":"Who Dem Niggas","trackName":"Who Dem Niggas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks Threat","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I am captain of Igor\nI'm on board like a motherfucker, look\nThis nigga is doing impressions\nHe's doing impressions\nHi Tremaine...\nIrie, uh...\n\nYo Threat, you ready yet?\nWhat's up?\nWho is you, nigga, who is you?\nI know you from somewhere, where you from?\nThe Zoo\nWhy you got beef with my click?\nFuck you punk bitch, and fuck you too\nThis is L.A. Zoo\nAnd we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\nTick-tock, pull off that fake gold watch\nFaster, faster, don't make me have to blast ya\nClans, get smoked with my bare hands\nAnd dap the shit that sway in a wicked way\nLike Tash and Jack, motherfucking Ro, ho\nDown with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew\nAnd to my homies this buzz for you\nWho is them niggas?\n\nGuess who? Nigga been down every since\nWith the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense\nE-motherfucking-Swift, oh I thought you knew\nLooted me some Glocks in April '92\nBut it's a new day, so make way, shorty\nFor the niggas with the brown bags wrapped around the forty\nHold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\nJ-motherfucking-Ro, and he's buzzing off the rum\n\nYo, it's the J-Ro fever, catch it\nI pull and grab the microphone, it get evil and wretched\nIf I hear one more nigga kicking that das-efex shit\nI'm bombing, my style is uncommon\nPeep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\nMy rhyme'll lift you up like a muscle when I flex\nOne, two, three, J-Ro is who I be\nI got more bone than a cemetery\nNine and three Mandingo, I got my own lingo\nMy Mexican homie told me never trust a gringo\nBut I trust no man, I'm chilling like a snowman\nI'm making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and\nFreak it, yo E-Swift freak it\nWon't you give em up, peep at the funk when they seek it\nI used to walk the block with my box playing Boo-Yaa\nNow they be like who that, and shit, how he do that?\n\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\n\nTash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\nI rip shit from Cali to the valley of the Jeepies\nThey call me Uncle Sam cause my skills attacks all y'all\nCall y'all suckas, cause y'all niggas need to ball y'all\nRhyme path pagers, up and light em with your lighter\nMC's keep they distance like flies from a spider\nFrom the pimp slap, light skinned, kid that turns the mics out\nDiss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\nI can't feel the funk sound, man switch my pitch up\nI kick the kind of shit that make you wanna beat your bitch up\nThe nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\nTash on the mic floats like a helicopter\nStop the presses, the Liks rock the freshest\nI'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses\nSo who them niggas with beats for your ass?\nThe Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash\n\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Dem Niggas\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks Threat\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I am captain of Igor\n  I'm on board like a motherfucker, look\n  This nigga is doing impressions\n  He's doing impressions\n  Hi Tremaine...\n  Irie, uh...\n\n  Yo Threat, you ready yet?\n  What's up?\n  Who is you, nigga, who is you?\n  I know you from somewhere, where you from?\n  The Zoo\n  Why you got beef with my click?\n  Fuck you punk bitch, and fuck you too\n  This is L.A. Zoo\n  And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\n  Tick-tock, pull off that fake gold watch\n  Faster, faster, don't make me have to blast ya\n  Clans, get smoked with my bare hands\n  And dap the shit that sway in a wicked way\n  Like Tash and Jack, motherfucking Ro, ho\n  Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew\n  And to my homies this buzz for you\n  Who is them niggas?\n\n  Guess who? Nigga been down every since\n  With the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense\n  E-motherfucking-Swift, oh I thought you knew\n  Looted me some Glocks in April '92\n  But it's a new day, so make way, shorty\n  For the niggas with the brown bags wrapped around the forty\n  Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\n  J-motherfucking-Ro, and he's buzzing off the rum\n\n  Yo, it's the J-Ro fever, catch it\n  I pull and grab the microphone, it get evil and wretched\n  If I hear one more nigga kicking that das-efex shit\n  I'm bombing, my style is uncommon\n  Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\n  My rhyme'll lift you up like a muscle when I flex\n  One, two, three, J-Ro is who I be\n  I got more bone than a cemetery\n  Nine and three Mandingo, I got my own lingo\n  My Mexican homie told me never trust a gringo\n  But I trust no man, I'm chilling like a snowman\n  I'm making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and\n  Freak it, yo E-Swift freak it\n  Won't you give em up, peep at the funk when they seek it\n  I used to walk the block with my box playing Boo-Yaa\n  Now they be like who that, and shit, how he do that?\n\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n\n  Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\n  I rip shit from Cali to the valley of the Jeepies\n  They call me Uncle Sam cause my skills attacks all y'all\n  Call y'all suckas, cause y'all niggas need to ball y'all\n  Rhyme path pagers, up and light em with your lighter\n  MC's keep they distance like flies from a spider\n  From the pimp slap, light skinned, kid that turns the mics out\n  Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\n  I can't feel the funk sound, man switch my pitch up\n  I kick the kind of shit that make you wanna beat your bitch up\n  The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\n  Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter\n  Stop the presses, the Liks rock the freshest\n  I'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses\n  So who them niggas with beats for your ass?\n  The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash\n\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n"},{"id":25841526,"name":"Who Dem Niggas Feat. Threat","trackName":"Who Dem Niggas Feat. Threat","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":225.626667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I am captain of Igor\nI'm on board like a motherfucker, look\nThis nigga is doing impressions\nHe's doing impressions\nHi Tremaine...\nIrie, uh...\n\nYo Threat, you ready yet?\nWhat's up?\nWho is you, nigga, who is you?\nI know you from somewhere, where you from?\nThe Zoo\nWhy you got beef with my click?\nFuck you punk bitch, and fuck you too\nThis is L.A. Zoo\nAnd we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\nTick-tock, pull off that fake gold watch\nFaster, faster, don't make me have to blast ya\nClans, get smoked with my bare hands\nAnd dap the shit that sway in a wicked way\nLike Tash and Jack, motherfucking Ro, ho\nDown with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew\nAnd to my homies this buzz for you\nWho is them niggas?\n\nGuess who? Nigga been down every since\nWith the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense\nE-motherfucking-Swift, oh I thought you knew\nLooted me some Glocks in April '92\nBut it's a new day, so make way, shorty\nFor the niggas with the brown bags wrapped around the forty\nHold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\nJ-motherfucking-Ro, and he's buzzing off the rum\n\nYo, it's the J-Ro fever, catch it\nI pull and grab the microphone, it get evil and wretched\nIf I hear one more nigga kicking that das-efex shit\nI'm bombing, my style is uncommon\nPeep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\nMy rhyme'll lift you up like a muscle when I flex\nOne, two, three, J-Ro is who I be\nI got more bone than a cemetery\nNine and three Mandingo, I got my own lingo\nMy Mexican homie told me never trust a gringo\nBut I trust no man, I'm chilling like a snowman\nI'm making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and\nFreak it, yo E-Swift freak it\nWon't you give em up, peep at the funk when they seek it\nI used to walk the block with my box playing Boo-Yaa\nNow they be like who that, and shit, how he do that?\n\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\n\nTash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\nI rip shit from Cali to the valley of the Jeepies\nThey call me Uncle Sam cause my skills attacks all y'all\nCall y'all suckas, cause y'all niggas need to ball y'all\nRhyme path pagers, up and light em with your lighter\nMC's keep they distance like flies from a spider\nFrom the pimp slap, light skinned, kid that turns the mics out\nDiss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\nI can't feel the funk sound, man switch my pitch up\nI kick the kind of shit that make you wanna beat your bitch up\nThe nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\nTash on the mic floats like a helicopter\nStop the presses, the Liks rock the freshest\nI'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses\nSo who them niggas with beats for your ass?\nThe Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash\n\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?\nWho them niggas? Who them niggas?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Dem Niggas Feat. Threat\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 225627\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I am captain of Igor\n  I'm on board like a motherfucker, look\n  This nigga is doing impressions\n  He's doing impressions\n  Hi Tremaine...\n  Irie, uh...\n\n  Yo Threat, you ready yet?\n  What's up?\n  Who is you, nigga, who is you?\n  I know you from somewhere, where you from?\n  The Zoo\n  Why you got beef with my click?\n  Fuck you punk bitch, and fuck you too\n  This is L.A. Zoo\n  And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\n  Tick-tock, pull off that fake gold watch\n  Faster, faster, don't make me have to blast ya\n  Clans, get smoked with my bare hands\n  And dap the shit that sway in a wicked way\n  Like Tash and Jack, motherfucking Ro, ho\n  Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew\n  And to my homies this buzz for you\n  Who is them niggas?\n\n  Guess who? Nigga been down every since\n  With the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense\n  E-motherfucking-Swift, oh I thought you knew\n  Looted me some Glocks in April '92\n  But it's a new day, so make way, shorty\n  For the niggas with the brown bags wrapped around the forty\n  Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\n  J-motherfucking-Ro, and he's buzzing off the rum\n\n  Yo, it's the J-Ro fever, catch it\n  I pull and grab the microphone, it get evil and wretched\n  If I hear one more nigga kicking that das-efex shit\n  I'm bombing, my style is uncommon\n  Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\n  My rhyme'll lift you up like a muscle when I flex\n  One, two, three, J-Ro is who I be\n  I got more bone than a cemetery\n  Nine and three Mandingo, I got my own lingo\n  My Mexican homie told me never trust a gringo\n  But I trust no man, I'm chilling like a snowman\n  I'm making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a show and\n  Freak it, yo E-Swift freak it\n  Won't you give em up, peep at the funk when they seek it\n  I used to walk the block with my box playing Boo-Yaa\n  Now they be like who that, and shit, how he do that?\n\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n\n  Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\n  I rip shit from Cali to the valley of the Jeepies\n  They call me Uncle Sam cause my skills attacks all y'all\n  Call y'all suckas, cause y'all niggas need to ball y'all\n  Rhyme path pagers, up and light em with your lighter\n  MC's keep they distance like flies from a spider\n  From the pimp slap, light skinned, kid that turns the mics out\n  Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\n  I can't feel the funk sound, man switch my pitch up\n  I kick the kind of shit that make you wanna beat your bitch up\n  The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\n  Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter\n  Stop the presses, the Liks rock the freshest\n  I'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses\n  So who them niggas with beats for your ass?\n  The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is Tash\n\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n  Who them niggas? Who them niggas?\n"},{"id":10270860,"name":"Who Dem Niggas","trackName":"Who Dem Niggas","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks feat. Threat","albumName":"21 & Over","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nI am captain of egor\nHahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!\nHe's doin impressions!\nHi tremaine...\n\nYo threat, you ready? (yeah)\nSup?\n\nVerse one: threat\n\nWho is you nigga who is you?\nI know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo\nWhy you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch\nAnd fuck you too, this is l.a. zoo\nAnd we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\nTick tock chrome off that fake gold watch\nFaster bastard don't make me have to plaster\nPlayers, get smoked with my bare hands\nGot the shit that sway in a wicked way\nLike tash and j, motherfuckin ro hoe\nDown with e-swift and the alkaholik crew\nAnd to my homies this bud's for you\nWho is dem niggas\n\nVerse two: e-swift\n\nGuess who nigga been down evrysince\nWith the l.a. zoo, my nigga threat, sway, and tense\nE motherfuckin swift ohh i, thought you knew\nLooted me some glocks in april, ninety-two\nBut it's a new day, so make way shortie\nFor the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty\nHold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\nJ motherfuckin ro and he's buzzin off the rum\n\nVerse three: j-ro\n\nYo it's the j-ro fever, catch it\nI'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit\nIf I hear, one more, nigga kickin up\nDas efx shit, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon\nPeep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\nMy rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex\nOne, two, three, j-ro is who I be\nI got more bone than a cemetary\nNinety-three mandingo, I got my own lingo\nMy mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo\nBut I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman\nI makin lots of dough, and the liks can rip a show and\nFreak it, yo e-swift freak it\nWon't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it\nI used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat\nNow they be like who that, and shit how he do that\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\n[oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- busta rhymes, scenario\nWho dem niggas, who dem niggas\n\nVerse four: tash\n\nTash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\nI rip shit from cali to the valley of the jeep beats\nThey call me uncle sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all\nCall y'all [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball y'all\nRhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter\nMc's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider\nFrom the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out\nDiss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\nI take to the funk sound man since my pager\nI kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up\nThe nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\nTash on the mic floats like a helicopter\nStop the, presses, the liks rock the freshest\nI'm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses\nSo who them niggas with beats for your ass\nThe alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Dem Niggas\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. Threat\n  album: 21 & Over\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n\n  I am captain of egor\n  Hahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!\n  He's doin impressions!\n  Hi tremaine...\n\n  Yo threat, you ready? (yeah)\n  Sup?\n\n  Verse one: threat\n\n  Who is you nigga who is you?\n  I know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo\n  Why you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch\n  And fuck you too, this is l.a. zoo\n  And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers\n  Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch\n  Faster bastard don't make me have to plaster\n  Players, get smoked with my bare hands\n  Got the shit that sway in a wicked way\n  Like tash and j, motherfuckin ro hoe\n  Down with e-swift and the alkaholik crew\n  And to my homies this bud's for you\n  Who is dem niggas\n\n  Verse two: e-swift\n\n  Guess who nigga been down evrysince\n  With the l.a. zoo, my nigga threat, sway, and tense\n  E motherfuckin swift ohh i, thought you knew\n  Looted me some glocks in april, ninety-two\n  But it's a new day, so make way shortie\n  For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty\n  Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come\n  J motherfuckin ro and he's buzzin off the rum\n\n  Verse three: j-ro\n\n  Yo it's the j-ro fever, catch it\n  I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit\n  If I hear, one more, nigga kickin up\n  Das efx shit, I'm bombin, my style is uncommon\n  Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one\n  My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I flex\n  One, two, three, j-ro is who I be\n  I got more bone than a cemetary\n  Ninety-three mandingo, I got my own lingo\n  My mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo\n  But I trust no man, I'm chillin like a snowman\n  I makin lots of dough, and the liks can rip a show and\n  Freak it, yo e-swift freak it\n  Won't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it\n  I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat\n  Now they be like who that, and shit how he do that\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n  [oh my gosh, oh my gosh!] -- busta rhymes, scenario\n  Who dem niggas, who dem niggas\n\n  Verse four: tash\n\n  Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats\n  I rip shit from cali to the valley of the jeep beats\n  They call me uncle sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all\n  Call y'all [suckas] cause them niggas need to ball y'all\n  Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter\n  Mc's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider\n  From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out\n  Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out\n  I take to the funk sound man since my pager\n  I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up\n  The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka\n  Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter\n  Stop the, presses, the liks rock the freshest\n  I'm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses\n  So who them niggas with beats for your ass\n  The alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash\n\n  Chorus\n"}]