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Missy Elliott - Dangerous Mouths lyrics
[Missy] Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Redman] Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Missy] Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me [Redman] It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine To my um blada a boom glada [Missy and Redman] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do [Redman] Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car [Missy] I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe I gotta say no more, BITCH! Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out |
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