CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dangerous The Sequel (Street)
O.C. ft. Big L and Lost Boyz - “Dangerous The Sequel”
Yeah, this sounds good, man. Let me keep running something and flow (No doubt). I like that, I like that, so I keep it going here. We’re on it. NYC type flavor, baby. The Rotten Apple, baby, nah’mean? O.C., y’all. Representing, Mr. Cheeks in the cut. What, what, what?!?
Yo, I’m looking
For the big C-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
Digging 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
Blowing your backs in with only a fraction
A mic set mindset, O.C
Design this finest, rap lord, Your Highness
Pulsating, vibrating, shorty wop
On the dancefloor with the hips gyrating, come here
Ass swinging like a chandelier, like
A cat in heat with her ass all up in the air
Bust this. Who said I can’t cut the mustard?
Rapping is a b*t*h, boy, and I got a lust for it
Yeah, this sounds good, man. Let me keep running something and flow (No doubt). I like that, I like that, so I keep it going here. We’re on it. NYC type flavor, baby. The Rotten Apple, baby, nah’mean? O.C., y’all. Representing, Mr. Cheeks in the cut. What, what, what?!?
Yo, I’m looking
For the big C-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
Digging 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
Blowing your backs in with only a fraction
A mic set mindset, O.C
Design this finest, rap lord, Your Highness
Pulsating, vibrating, shorty wop
On the dancefloor with the hips gyrating, come here
Ass swinging like a chandelier, like
A cat in heat with her ass all up in the air
Bust this. Who said I can’t cut the mustard?
Rapping is a b*t*h, boy, and I got a lust for it
