Dangerous Lyrics

Dangerous lyrics

featuring Big L

[O.C.]
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 C 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
manuevers, 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, c'mere
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

Chorus:
O.C.

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

Chorus

[Big L]
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!

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[O.C.]
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 Ceasar
Travellin the world with my name on the visa, as said
O.C.:
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!"

[Big L]
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

[O.C.]
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

[Big L]
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

[O.C.]
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

Chorus