Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lettin' Niggas Know, artist - ThreatDate of issue: 10.04.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lettin' Niggas Know |
| Ooh, it’s the LA Zoo |
| We funk with the flow and we let niggas know |
| That it’s ooh, it’s the LA Zoo |
| We funk with the flow and we let niggas know that it’s… |
| It’s the king of the jungle and I can’t be tamed |
| Take you all the way to the millenium brain |
| It’s the return of the yearm, Mr Funky Worm |
| Heat it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn |
| Blow my flow you cannot handle |
| I’m bumpin and I’m humpin like a camel on your radio channel |
| It’s me T-H-R-E-A-T |
| Live for '95 most definitely |
| In fact, under my styles are low jacked |
| To stop Petie stole his rhymes from the Zoo tribe jeep |
| You’re dead wrong, unto what tribe they yeb along |
| So we can know your name when we send ya back home |
| You made a jam so now the nigga think he Van Damme |
| You must didn’t know I take off like Pan Am |
| Wreck ya like a pinto, pop the instrumental |
| And attention ladies and gentlemen |
| It’s the bomb, I did it, I lit it, let em hit it |
| And it’s stronger than the humpty with the chrondo dipped in it |
| And this is for your midas, just to sink into your fangs |
| It’s the deadly dope man, pumpin thru ya veins |
| Raised in the Bow 213 area code |
| Where the criminals dig up your grave lookin for buried gold |
| The universe’ll soon be mines in due time |
| You can’t tangle with the one from killer Cali’s triangle |
| Deep deep deep down under the dungeon lies your doom |
| I write the dynamite and watch it TICK! |
| BOOM! |
| Looney in the tunes be groovin in your sleep |
| Cos in the speakers and technique is way to freakish |
| Up above the world so high |
| Like the stars up in the sky |
| I’m funky with the flow, understand you |
| Brown babies from Atlanta just love me like candy |
| I give the mom a lendin, should’ve fed me right |
| Shot to the let em wait on the Eastside |
| I keep my eyes on the sparrow, hoes, afros and arrows |
| Can’t kick it cos it’s wicked like the pharoah |
| And a walk with the devil is a level far beyond |
| From de Babylon come many redrum |
| So follow as we journey thru the creepy, sleepy hollow |
| Take this 40 ounce bottle, see how broke niggas is tomorrow |
| Chorus to fade |