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The Muggs
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Dangerous
作詞:Ken Ifill, Shanell Jones, P. Kane, Ernesto Shaw
Don't get nuthin' confused about me, this nigga hea throw clips You think you could hold three, nigga here go six I bring Heat like Deniro flix, my team lock and load And rock and roll like Aerosmith
Fuck cops I got Cochran Shapiro chips One point five in ice in each earlobe shit Fuck who you and your man go get Me and cat take Pussy's on boat rides on some Soprano shit
Move wit' troops in cougar Coupes like beeno and notes for a G a piece, they'll remove your roof Ya better spread when the Luger shoot Paul Cane got fire, everything ya heard on Clue was the truth
It's like who want what, whatever Tou and your man play tough ya gon' get plucked together At gun point gettin' stuck together Black Benz tinted out, buggy headlights stuck together
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us) Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit' us (We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust (Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit' us)
Yo, we ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us) Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit' us (We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust (Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit' us)
They said I rap like a man, and act like a man So when it come to war she gon' clap like a man Short arrogant wit' this gat up in my hand Chicks don't play cute I'm still attractin' your man
Rock many lands, Japan to Philly sands Luck stay ghetto like Rican dolla bands Only thing I take serious is garments and money And late periods (There she is)
Screamin' in a two by two, too fly two seater Too much ice, too cold, two heaters Love men but got lesbian guns That love to lick off at you pussies for fun
So play dumb in these dum dups Hit you where you pump cum Stick you for your lump sums We the ones you run from 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
Till the day my lungs done for blocks I hit hard like Ronnie Lotts Lady Luck got it locked
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us) Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit' us (We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust (Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit' us)
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us) Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit' us (We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust (Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit' us)
Ya talkin' greasy like Paul ain't a nigga wit' fire Like I ain't got guns or killers for hire Got wolves that'll run through mask and arms Like point break clear the safe out and smash your moms
Over forty years old still blastin' chrome Smiles never cross they face till there's cash in palm 'Cause they still do murders for bucks Gave 'em put hollow points through you then pass the burner to Luck
We like a 2 G Bonnie and Clyde, back to back in beef Wit' two heats a piece, mami gon' ryde Spit four, she behind me wit' five Y'know Paul Cane and Lady Luck MO catch homo's and slide
Before we drop the guns Wipe off the prints push the pedal through the floor And get away back to the bricks, ya don't want nothin' wit' us Paul Cane, Street Life, Desert Storm, we dangerous
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us) Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit' us (We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust (Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit' us)
We ain't jokin' no more (This ain't a game to us) Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit' us (We dangerous) Cock back, aim and bust (Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit' us)
Come on
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