Dangerous Lyrics - Singles - O.c.

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 stop 

Big 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 yo 

Yo, I'm lookin for the big see 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 Mush 

Fly 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 other 

For 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 fraction 

A mic set, mindset; O.C. design this 

finest, rap lord, Your Highness 

Pulsatin, vibratin, Shorty Wop 

on the dancefloor with the hips gyratin, come here 

Ass swingin like a chandalier; 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 it 

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If 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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I 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 yeah 

Word 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 tinted 

You 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 these 

Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon 

L is who the ladies stay on (yea baby play on) 

I chew chumps like chewsticks, known for poppin new hits 

I know you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch! 

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Time 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 visa, as said 

Legendary already 

Rhyme flow cut like a machete 

First time rappers, I bust your cherries 

Bitch hold still so I can put it in steady 

The 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 semen 

Semi; y'all in my way, OK 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 jaws 

When 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 mustard 

Shaolin... "makin money" 

Niggaz in Brooklyn... "ma-makin money!" 

Queens and the Bronx... "makin money" 

Yeah, Manhattan.. "ma-makin money!" 

I 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 star 

No 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 teeth 

You 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 that 

Mmhmm, 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 scars 

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