Lyrics:
dangerous
Me and my dudes, me and my crew
We lockin' this down, ice is so blue
These dudes talk out they mouth but they ain't you
We shuttin this bitch
good to be crazy
Isn't it, baby?
I wrote your name on my wall
3000 times last night
You were on my mind
That's what you do to me
That's what you do
to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off something, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney
the feelings for my king
Compared to no other, all of them the same
Listen to my heartbeat, swear you hear his name
No, the sex ain't crazy good, it's insane
I
never understand Your love
I could never tell You this enough
I'm lovin' this life I live
Walkin' in joy that only You give
When Justice said guilty, You
evils that plagued the hearts of men
By sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let'em in
You got your life in a basket before you could say
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
yeah, it's tatted up
You ain't get fucked, 'cause your ass ain't fat enough
If you talk crazy, get batted up, yeah
I like my bitches redbone, ass
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
mind
Good times and get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blinds
I'm living but, really though, it's never enough
Ten milli on, that's a must,
right, come with me
I can get your head right
It's been long day bussin' watchin' my songs pay
After the show I'm tryin' to kick it the King Kong way
deja vu
And the day y'all do
It'll be the day y'all bleed
Wrist minus 80 degrees
King of Harlem ain't nobody made me leave
Who else could take 5
ain't doin it for nun
From the couch to the kitchen
We jumpin
Ain't stunting nothin
Nothin but sum good hood Lovin uh
You kno you got that
Good hood
Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U
Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too
Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Ben Franklin dont care that you ate nine muffins last night
Work hard for your money all week so you got the right
You call a number from the back
a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lily
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I
turn into nights
And she wonders why lovin'
Just ain't good enough
Just to keep that one man by her side
It's true, you can't provide the love for
to want a lot of hoes
Until I met Ben Franklin
I'm writin' this from a place that you ain't heard about
And you can only come here through the word
a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lily
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I
'Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
And if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
just don't shake like that
Step Three
Make a searching inventory of all your good shit
Step Four
Inventory taken,you hand all that good shit over
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