Lyrics:
danger round your way
Bring that danger round to me
You so dangerous
Da-dangerous
Just lay me down
And stay with me
And save me now
Like baby please
Don't
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
the beat, baby came to get with it
I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time
That check call like brr
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like brr
My phone doin' numbers on 'em
Numbers on 'em like brr
Baby, I'm sorry
Iced, iced, iced out, lights out
Bitch, I be that Frozen Shogun
Chosen 'cause I overthrow 'em
Told 'em that "I'm ocean flowing"
Sliced up, night
and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed
you talking big cheese, meet me in the parking lot
I will turn you niggas out, they call me, "Chocolate Melt in yo Mouth"
Bring ya rollies, its our
em, never in my pivotal
Ima love Doc. given out my persciptionals
Its the principals, I'm the prince of cool, I love broads
But Im a young Don, so my
livestyle get busy, you niggas really rare
Put my bitches on, get money, stay out the trap
Fuck 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat
No illusion,
Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo'
Funny faces is all I see
At my place, you on top
he in the back with shooters
Like I don't go off rumors, hot out bring out the coolers
The opps in the hood, Lil Veno they gon' move 'em
Wuk got
your fault
Yeah I will get into your head
And every day out of your bed
I'll buy you roses paint 'em red
And then I'll take you shopping
So come
go knock them out
Late-night writing, racing against time
Mark with the dead lessees sin, dinner time
They told me go get em, I told I got em, they
movie the way all that blood came up out of homie cocked it back and just walked up and banged on em
Big stain on em red t was easy all white soaked in
sider rider
Ridin out by the beach until the day is complete
I won't stop, no can over the prop flow
I was snot nose kid, I had the potholes
In my
a thousand razor blades and press them in their flesh
Take my pitchfork out the fire, soak it in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle
show 'em how we live
Boy, it's live on display
They be riding the wave
Imma dive right in the pool, then step out with this drip
Bring the chips with
Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez
Sippin' on mar-tinis
Check it out now, check it out now, see'mon, see'mon
[Chorus]
Now let's take it from
brought
By these three charming chaps
... the right cogs loose
To break free from that farm
And bring the right pro-duce
For this rappin' sitcom
A program
Common]
It's summertime, niggas bring the heat out
Gun talk is how summer start to speak out Shorties bear arms 'cause don't nobody reach out Young frames
bring the team with me
(Check me out, yo, boom)
All I'm tryna do is generate Ps, I'm a G
Tell them man there not to imitate me
I've been feeling like
to pieces
Hymn em like sewing machines and Jesus
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (?) Camarro
I get punished like pharaoh for splittin'
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