| Ooh, it’s the LA Zoo
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| We funk with the flow and we let niggas know
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| That it’s ooh, it’s the LA Zoo
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| We funk with the flow and we let niggas know that it’s…
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| It’s the king of the jungle and I can’t be tamed
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| Take you all the way to the millenium brain
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| It’s the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm
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| Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn
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| Blow my flow you cannot handle
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| I’m bumpin and I’m humpin like a camel on your radio channel
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| It’s me T-H-R-E-A-T
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| Live for '95 most definitely
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| In fact, under my styles are low jacked
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| To stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep
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| You’re dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along
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| So we can know your name when we send ya back home
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| You made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme
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| You must didn’t know I take off like Pan Am
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| Wreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental
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| And attention ladies and gentlemen
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| It’s the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it
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| And it’s stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it
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| And this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs |
| It’s the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins
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| Raised in the Bow 213 area code
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| Where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold
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| The universe’ll soon be mines in due time
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| You can’t tangle with the one from killer Cali’s triangle
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| Deep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom
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| I write the dynamite and watch it TICK! |
| BOOM!
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| Looney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep
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| Cos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish
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| Up above the world so high
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| Like the stars up in the sky
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| I’m funky with the flow, understand you
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| Brown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy
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| I give the mom a lendin, should’ve fed me right
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| Shot to the let em wait on the Eastside
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| I keep my eyes on the sparrow, hoes, afros and arrows
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| Can’t kick it cos it’s wicked like the pharoah
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| And a walk with the devil is a level far beyond
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| From de Babylon come many redrum
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| So follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow
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| Take this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow
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| Chorus to fade |