Let Em Know - J. Wells, Tha Alkaholiks

I’ll make it bounce 'til the bumper touch

The bitch wanna fuck but she talk too much

If this is our castle then we keep it plush

Tha Liks, J. Wells and my nigga Kurupt

Huh, y’all must wanna get back slapped

Butch Cassidy on the hook so where my dap at?

Digital Master, don’t let me let loose

I’ll have your white-t lookin' like

You spilled cranberry juice and vodka

Born on the eighth month just to rock ya

The West Coast chopper, believe it when we pop ya

Likwit and D.P.G.

— we keep it in the family like mobsters

Just let 'em know, how we spit crazy flow

That destroys you… yeah

They’ll never know, how we kick down them doors

That’s what them gangstas do…

We comin' right at you, just let 'em know

Ay yo, it’s the J to the Ro

16 switches get the fo' off the floor

16 bars got my foot through the door

And I still got it bad with a Alkaholik flow

And I ain’t really trippin' off nobody tryin' to run up

I got homies that’ll blast you while I’m crackin' a blunt up

From sun down to sun up, I’m in the studio makin' history

Plus I keep a lil' thick chick with me

Tash, J. Wells, Butch Cassidy and Kurupt

Your homie J-Ro, buyin' cribs out in Europe

Huh, I keep it poppin', do it big, make it happen

Go hard, bubble out, keep it hood, let 'em know my nigga

Just let 'em know, how we spit crazy flow

That destroys you… yeah

They’ll never know, how we kick down them doors

That’s what them gangstas do…

We comin' right at you, just let 'em know

I could scream it, I could yell it, I could tag it on brick walls

But you still won’t understand how Tash lock like pit jaws

Through trials and tribulations (avoided all pit falls)

All I do is spit and you get hit with the spit balls

Like Rick Ross I’m pushin' everything to the limit

Push my Benz a buck-20, crash that shit like it was rented

See me and it thunk, CaTash name ring ringtones

I’m known for startin' shit, I got balls the size of King Kong

(I lay tracks flat) Ever since my introduction

J. Wells passed me the blunt so now he guilty of Kuruption

Fuck it, (we just fuck) and let 'em go

Dogg Pound and Tha Alkies here to let y’all bitches know

Just let 'em know, how we spit crazy flow

That destroys you… yeah

They’ll never know, how we kick down them doors

That’s what them gangstas do…

We comin' right at you, just let 'em know

Now this my type of shit

Posted up, smokin' on some bomb

Rollin' through the streets just bangin' some bomb shit

J. Wells — did it again, Bonzi J

Yeah, please believe it, Kurupt, we doin' it big

This the outro I hope y’all had a ball

We gon' keep it bangin' out, ya dig?

Let me hit that… Digital Smoke