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Busta Rhymes - Dangerous lyrics
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll Buck wild for all of my people who don't care Lost like a bunch of black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my gun Stackin my ones Lost a little, invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn since of everyday I was born Everyday I see a nigga layin escapimg my lawn Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so emasculate A yo a yo I do my deal sippin my moe Slippin in slow, them pretty women sayin hello Any wiggle hittin this play olavola Little honey dipped in within a little carryvola I don't mean to hold you up But I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us That's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus: This is serious We can make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause to much of us is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My Flipmode squad is dangerous So dangerous we dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Hold your breath We swing it from right to left Word to Wyclef You know my shit t be hot to death Stayin alive, you know only the stronger survive Holdin my heat I love my seat , wippin the five Baseline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound All of my squad holdin it down Lettin you up The new shit wrekin you up Blowin you up My black hole suckin you up Back in the days brother use to be left out Now a brother holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce Feelin my grove My jiga jiga makin you bounce Others is fare, me and my squad breakin the bridge Straight gettin it, we got you suckers holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus One time ya'll Throw your hands real high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my people surround me So much bottles are leakin, ya'll brothers will drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the fun, blazin the skunk Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous Come on Chorus |
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