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Busta Rhymes Miscellaneous Dangerous Intro Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya feel good, feel alright One time, feel good yeah y'all Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Makin you feel real good y'all Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all Verse 1 Buckwild to all of my homies who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born Never dream I see a homey landscaping my lawn Dangerous, my homey ish be accurate Have to get, the flow be so immaculate Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe' Slippin in slow, them pretty booches sayin hello Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay Little honeydip within a little Cariola I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot ish 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 could make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause too much of us is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My Flipmode Squad is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous Verse 2 Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef, homey ish be hot to death Stayin Alive, you know only the stronger survive Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five Bassline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound, all of my homies holdin it down Cuttin you up, the new ish, ruckin you up Uffin' you up, my black hole, suckin you up Back in the days, a homey used to be a out Now a homey holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce Feelin my groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce Others is fair, me and my homies breakin the bread Straight gettin it, we got you homies 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 Interlude One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all y'all Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all Nineteen ninety eight y'all Ha, get down ya'll Let's have a ball y'all Verse 3 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 homies surround me So much bottles of liquor, y'all homies'll drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hittin with the ish 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 Outro Uhh uhh, uhh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uhh Uh-HUH, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh Uhh uhh Uh-huh, uhh Uh-huh Uhh uhh Ahh ahh, uhh ahh Uh-huh uh-huh, ahh... |
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