THREAT - Lettin' Niggas Know lyrics

[Intro/Chorus:]

Ooh, it's the LA Zoo

We funk with the flow and let niggas know

That it's ooh, it's the LA Zoo

We funk with the flow and let niggas know that it's...

[Verse 1:]

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

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]

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

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

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, hos, 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]