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    "Dangerous" Lyrics


    Ahh you don't stop
    You don't stop you don't stop
    O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop
    You don't stop you don't stop
    Big L is on the other you don't stop
    You don't stop and you don't stop
    Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
    Check it out yo

    Yo, I'm lookin for the big see notes like Al Pacino
    Here's a new slang word: you pussino
    What it means is just that: PUSS

    My nickname to some know me as Mush
    Fly like a Testarossa, my God
    Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
    Diggin in the Crates crew click my brother
    I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other
    For those that know me, indeed I flow
    maneuvers, like shells bust from a Luger
    Satisfaction, I bring the action
    Blowin your backs in, with only a fraction
    A mic set, mindset; O.C. design this
    finest, rap lord, Your Highness
    Pulsatin, vibratin, Shorty Wop
    on the dancefloor with the hips gyratin, come here
    Ass swingin like a chandalier; like
    a cat in heat, with her ass all up in the air
    Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard
    Rappin is a bitch boy and I got a lust for it


    If you want it, we got it
    Ladies, spot it
    No doubt about it
    Fly and exotic
    When we on the scene it's a major plus
    And whoever facin us we dangerous


    I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin with clowns
    One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down
    Hoes is on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones
    that live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeah
    Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back
    Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped
    This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got

    mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted
    You can see pal, it's all about me now
    Twenty G's a show punk three thou just to freestyle
    I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees
    Can you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on these
    Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon
    L is who the ladies stay on (yea baby play on)
    I chew chumps like chewsticks, known for poppin new hits
    I know you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch!


    Time to show, who get it on like soap
    Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow
    Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Caesar
    Travellin the world with my name on the visa, as said

    Legendary already
    Rhyme flow cut like a machete
    First time rappers, I bust your cherries
    Bitch hold still so I can put it in steady
    The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict
    She stayed still and let me pump this dick
    Microphone raw diggin, almost won't fit in
    I'm still hard when I'm bustin off semen
    Semi; y'all in my way, OK rhymes are gay
    I'ma make you a M.I.A.
    'Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw
    I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws
    When I rock it feel like you bein fucked
    on all fours, this ain't meant for the stores
    This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
    And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard

    Shaolin... "makin money"
    Niggaz in Brooklyn... "ma-makin money!"
    Queens and the Bronx... "makin money"
    Yeah, Manhattan.. "ma-makin money!"

    I rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi
    I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi
    They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah
    with L Corleone cause I'm a suave star

    No doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz
    lookin at my ice from the chain it swing
    In the party, pop Dom, lampin like a Don
    Low key smilin at the bitches with my gold teeth

    You can't fuck with the place cause we just too hot
    So all that mess you pop I suggest you stop
    Quit while you ahead cause you ain't built like that
    Better chill cause on the real cats get killed like that

    Mmhmm, two crisp type figures, clean cut niggaz
    Plussed out cribs rock twin Ac' Vegas
    Livin' life to the fullest gettin rich ain't far
    Chillin with women bankin dough avoidin sluts and scars

    This song was submitted on November 17th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Omar Gerryl Credle, Melvin Glover, Ronald C. Sr. La Pread, Walter V. Jr. Dewgarde, Lamont Coleman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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