Artist: J. Wells f/ Kurupt, Butch Cassidy, Tha Alkaholiks Album: Digital Smoke Song: Let 'Em Know Typed by: fywhla@yahoo.com [J. Wells] 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 [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 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 [J-Ro] 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 [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 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 [Tash] 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 [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 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 [Outro: Kurupt] 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