Method Man, Redman - Dangerous MCees lyrics
[Method Man, Redman - Dangerous MCees lyrics]
Yessir, Red and Meth in
The muthafucking building, nigga
Yeah yeah ya'll already know
The muthafucking business, nigga
Agh, let's go, yo check it
Yo, you can, find me up inside a whore
Making her legs go up like Ferrari doors
Gilla House get 'Chips A'Hoy'
Don't sniff the boy
But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy
Go back like Atari cords, still here, shit
Superman ended up in a wheelchair
I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues
And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school
Can't move when I flow
Bet a nigga gonna copy
Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit
In the rap game, every nigga gonna gossip
Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it
Yo, Red, stop it, time is up
Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme is us
Cuz, no one can stop me
Da da na, da da na, like Rocky
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's
Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates
We used to sell base
I learned to wipe my nose and wipe
The prints off the shell case
Don't want no jail case
Freedom miles standing at hell's gate
It's hot, and the devil's my cell mate
The game's addictive, I can't stop
It's like I'm chasing that first high
Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie
The beef we serving is stir fried
Swerving all through your urban
Hurting, every gate and corner, you working
I'm the bottom line
The school of hard knocks turn into Columbine
And my set is throwing up dollar signs
Some get gwop, some get pop, me?
I got a ziplock of bubble gum
Kush in selling Chris Rock
Nobody move, nobody shot, Meth
I'm in the body shop
Where you rummy, rolling your body drops
I'm tryna stand on my own two
Get signed to a major
Be a franchise player and get my own shoe
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's
The muthafucking building, nigga
Yeah yeah ya'll already know
The muthafucking business, nigga
Agh, let's go, yo check it
Yo, you can, find me up inside a whore
Making her legs go up like Ferrari doors
Gilla House get 'Chips A'Hoy'
Don't sniff the boy
But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy
Go back like Atari cords, still here, shit
Superman ended up in a wheelchair
I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues
And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school
Can't move when I flow
Bet a nigga gonna copy
Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit
In the rap game, every nigga gonna gossip
Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it
Yo, Red, stop it, time is up
Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme is us
Cuz, no one can stop me
Da da na, da da na, like Rocky
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's
Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates
We used to sell base
I learned to wipe my nose and wipe
The prints off the shell case
Don't want no jail case
Freedom miles standing at hell's gate
It's hot, and the devil's my cell mate
The game's addictive, I can't stop
It's like I'm chasing that first high
Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie
The beef we serving is stir fried
Swerving all through your urban
Hurting, every gate and corner, you working
I'm the bottom line
The school of hard knocks turn into Columbine
And my set is throwing up dollar signs
Some get gwop, some get pop, me?
I got a ziplock of bubble gum
Kush in selling Chris Rock
Nobody move, nobody shot, Meth
I'm in the body shop
Where you rummy, rolling your body drops
I'm tryna stand on my own two
Get signed to a major
Be a franchise player and get my own shoe
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's
Ayo, this how it sound
When them boys underground
Nigga, check our style
We some Dangerous MC's
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em
Forget 'em) Dangerous MC's