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Dangerous (feat. Big L) - O.C.



     
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Dangerous (feat. Big L) Lyrics


Ahh, you don't stop
You don't stop, you don't stop
O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop
You don't stop, you don't stopBig L is on the other you don't stop
You don't stop and you don't stop
Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
Check it out, yoYo, 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 MushFly like a Testarossa, my God
Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
Diggin' in the Crates crew click my brother
I'm on the mic, Big L is on the otherFor those that know me, indeed I flow
Maneuvers like shells bust from a Luger
Satisfaction, I bring the action
Blowin' your backs in with only a fractionA mic set, mindset, O.C. design this
Finest, rap lord, Your Highness
Pulsatin', vibratin', Shorty Wop

On the dance floor with the hips gyratin', c'mereAss 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 itIf 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 we dangerousIf 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 we dangerousI 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 yeahWord 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 Infinite, chrome rims, light tintedYou 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 theseYo, I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon
L is who the ladies stay on
(Yeah baby, play on)
I chew chumps like chew sticks, known for poppin' new hits
I know, you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitchIf 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 we dangerousTime to show, who get it on like soap
Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow
Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Caesar
Travellin' the world with my name on the visaAs said O.C., legendary already
Rhyme flow cut like a machete
First time rappers, I bust your cherries
Bitch, hold still so I can put it in steadyThe more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict
She stayed still and let me pump this dick
Microphone raw diggin', almost won't fit in
I'm still hard when I'm bustin' off semenSemi, y'all in my way, okay, rhymes are gay
I'ma make you a M.I.A.
'Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw
I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jawsWhen I rock it feel like you bein' fucked
On all fours, this ain't meant for the stores
This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinkin' they cute without mustardShaolin, makin' money
Niggaz in Brooklyn, makin' money
Queens and the Bronx, makin' money
Yeah, Manhattan, makin' moneyI rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi
I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi
They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah
With L Corleone 'cause I'm a suave starNo doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz
Lookin' at my ice from the chain it swing
In the party, pop Dom, lampin' like a Don
Low key smilin' at the bitches with my gold teethYou can't fuck with the place '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 thatHmm, two crisp type figures, clean cut niggaz
Plussed out cribs rock twin Ac' Vegas
Livin' life to the fullest, gettin' rich ain't far
Chillin' with women, bankin' dough, avoidin' sluts and scarsIf 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 we dangerous

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Omar Credle, (born in 1973 in Brooklyn, New York) is an American Rapper known as O.C. and is a member of the group D.I.T.C.. Omar moved to Queens when he was 11 years old, moving into a street across from Pharoahe Monch. In 1991, he made his recording debut on Organized Konfusion's "Fudge Pudge" and the same year on Main Source's "Live At The Barbecue" (which also features a very young Nasty Nas and Akinyele. By 1994, he signed with Wild Pitch Records and made his debut album Word...Life. The album was critically acclaimed and O.

Read more about O.C. on Last.fm.


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