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Testo Dangerous - O.C.

Testo della canzone Dangerous (O.C.), tratta dall'album Jewelz

Ah, ya don't stop, ya don't stop, ya don't stop
O.C.'s on the mic and ya don't stop, ya don't stop, ya don't stop
Big L is on the other, ya don't stop, ya don't stop, and ya don't stop
Mr. Ward on the beats, 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 clique, 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, but only a fraction
The mic set, mindset, O.C. design this
Finest rap lord, your highness
Pulsatin, vibratin
Shorty wide pon the dance floor with the hips gyratin, c'mere
Ass swingin like a chandelier
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 be dangerous
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 be 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 Infinit', 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 phat like a old crayon, smooth as rayon
L is who the ladies stay on (Yeah baby, play on)
I chew chumps like chew sticks, known for droppin new hits
I know you want me, ho, if I was you, I'd want me too, bitch
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 be dangerous
Time to show, who get it on like so
Derived from nature, so I'm pure like snow
Brown-skinned nigga with a low-cut Caesar
Travelin the world with my name on the Visa
As said, O.C., legendary already
Rhyme flow cut like a machete
First-time rappers, I'll bust your cherries
Bitch, hold still so I can put it in steady
The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict
See, stay still and let me pump this dick
Microphone raw-diggin, almost won't fit in
I'm still hard when I'm bustin off slimmin
Semi, you're in my way, okay
Rhymes a day, I'ma make you a M-I-A
'Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw
I'ma grind you like the bicuspid's is in my jaws
When I rock it, feel like you're bein fucked on all fours
This ain't meant for the stores
This is for the niggas in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinkin they cute, what up, mug?
Step off
Shaolin... niggas in Brooklyn
Queens and the Bronx
Yeah, Manhattan
I rock the blue-faced presi', pockets heavy with cheddy
I met these two lezzies in a Chevy, Betty and Desi
They like to menage-a-trois and blase blah
With L Corleone 'cause I'm a suave star
No doubt, baby pa, platinum rings, mean
Niggas lookin at my ice from the chain it swing
In the party, pop Don, lampin like a don
Low-key smilin at the bitches with my gold teeth
You can't fuck with the Crates '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
Two Prince-type figures, clean-cut niggas
Plushed-out cribs, rock twin Ac' Vigors
Livin life to the fullest, gettin rich ain't far
Chillin with women breakin dough, avoidin sluts and stars
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



Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Glover, Lamont Coleman, Omar Gerryl Credle, Walter V. Jr. Dewgarde, Ronald C. Sr. La Pread
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