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Missy Elliott
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Dangerous Mouths (Featuring Redman)
3000 baby, raunchy Raunchy, raunchy Raunchy, raunchy
Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin' I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc, hood lynchin', icey flows, I write with wool mittens It's two not one, Missy dot dot com Come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So once it's on, turn it up, chickens flockin' in Shoppin' at birds are us, murderous Don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses Like ca psss, off you go
I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans Jump from to roof to roof on a TV cam, I fuck a model I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin' Like Kima, Keisha, Pam
I remain cool like like open house on a school night Animal House gettin' thrown out for food fights PPP strictly don't give a fuck An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck
Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees, it's mwa the don-wan Carry on, D.A.N to the danger Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger
Change up all your rhymes, you need beats My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee See it's the shots of Hennessey that's in me Reggie Noble come through after me
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It takes two to tingle and two to fuck I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks Used to move weight, now you makin' moves to duck Built solid without bolts, screws and nuts Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now my arm close hang 'em
My crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion One shot will have you ravin' Like Symone when the four four is blown Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine To my [Incomprehensible]glada
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do? Yo I got the chickens, the brew taken next a mushrooms Def Squad in the house, bitch, drop your drawers Tell your boyfriend ease up and park his car
I'm from the south you better watch your mouth It's the M.I, the S.I, if you try then you die I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love, baby? If I cut your throat, cut the jokes
I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those Who imitate me ya bold My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow You know me Joe I ain't gotta say no more, bitch
That's right nigga It's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland Muthafucka, 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, I'm out
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