Dangerous Mouths Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

3000 baby, 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 a piss, 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 to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model 

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I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin' 

Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like 

Like open house on a school night 

Animal House gettin' thrown out for food fights 

P P P 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 through after me 

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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 up, 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 um blada a boom glada 

So what you wanna do, what you wanna do 

Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next 

And much room Def Squad in the house 

Drop you 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 gotta say no more, bitch 

That's right nigga, it's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland 

Muthafucka three triple zero, the matrix baby 

I'm out