Dangerous Mouths - текст песни
Dangerous Mouths
Missy:
Uhh 3000 baby
Uh huh oooh (raunchy)
Raunchy
Redman:
Good riddance to niggas and bitches bullshittin
I house MC's like baths and full kitchens
Ready or not dot hood lynchin, icey flows
I write with wool mittens, its 2 not 1
Missy dot dot com come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
Shoppin at birds are us murderous, dont blame me blame the music
I write with napalms in my hands flame the fuses like ca(--)
Off you go im nice battin i practice when the park is closed
Im that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam i fuck a model i get with the cheapest
Tramps, pussy have me trippin like kima keisha and pam
I remain cool like playin house on a school night
Animal house getting throw out for food fights
PPP niggas dont give a fuck and brick city niggas
Strictly dont give a fuck
Missy:
Let me interven come between like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your jeans its *muah* the don juan carry on
D.A.N to danger, yall MCs in a whole lot of danger
Change up all your rhymes you need beats
My beats you see completely unique forgive thee
See its the shots of hennessy thats in me
Reggie noble through after me
Redman:
It takes t 2 to tangle and 2 to fuck
I dont fucked in range rovers to isuzu trucks
Used to move weight now you makin moves to duck
Built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
Pussy tight jiffy luve it up doc came up hoes used to hang up
Now my arm close hang up my crew deeper than karl kani pockets
We dont buy bullets we ask what size rockets
For thee occasion one shot will have you raven like symone
When the 4-4 is blown , 2 minutes later ill make it hotter
Snap you from the vine to my um blada a boom glada
Both:
So what you wanna do what you wanna do
Yo i got the chicken the brew taken next
And much room def squad in the house
Drop ya drawers tell your boyfriend ease up
And park his car
Missy:
Im from the south you better watch your mouth
Its the M.I the S.I. if you try then die
I dont take no mercy on you sucker so
Would you still be in love baby if i cut your throat?
Cut the jokes i aint got no love for yo no friends with those
Who imitate me your bold my style i own
Ima have to steal your show you know me joe
I aint got to say no more bitch!
Thats right nigga its misdeamenor here
Redman, timbaland uhh motherfucker!
3 triple 0 the matrix baby, uhh im out
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