The Dangerous Crew lyrics

[Intro]
Tell 'em what we do in here, Dangerous...

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Get some drums from a break and then break yo' ass
You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo' cash
5 G's for a muthaf*ckin' song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin' on
I'm into somethin' that your fake ass never can handle
With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples
Better stick with the James Brown and pay him
'Cause the JD 800 ain't even playin'
Unless Pee Wee hit them keys
Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin' G's
$horty B got the bass and we sellin' it
sh*t kinda fat like a muthaf*ckin' elephant
Sample that sh*t if you want
You better try to sample this dangerous funk
'Cause ain't nobody trippin' on your fake ass tape
Should've got some beats from my n*gga Ant Banks
But Banks ain't thinkin' 'about no weak sh*t
Now you're goin' out like MC b*tch
And ain't nothin' worth killin' like a sucker
Why you wanna make fake beats, muthaf*cker
Should've came real like the Oakland city
Beat your ass to death with a S950
It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament
But you can smell it 'cause the sho' got a funky scent
It's called The Dangerous Crew, make you feel stupid
Play a thousand records and you still can't loop it
'Cause it's not to be found, but if you do
Nothin' you could try make you sound like the crew
[Interlude]
Yeah man
Just another gangsta kickin' the player pimp sh*t for nine trey

[Verse 2: Pee Wee]
When you're with The Dangerous Crew
b*tches wanna hang with you
Think about the thing in you
She can suck a thing or two
n*ggas in other gangs wanna hang with you
Know your slang, made a few fools wanna slang
Would you tell them b*tches they sang
Or would you lie to get that thing 'cause they gameless
Them aimless, n*ggas get extinguished
But they're just muthaf*ckers
Got b*tches duckin' suckers
When we come to town, mayn
We rollin' fat with dank, ain't f*ckin' with that brown thing
The $horty B and $hort, we goin' international
f*ck the local fashion show
n*ggas can't be broke
Mhisani for the money f*ck a b*tch until she dizzy
And me and the biggity-biggity-Banks is gettin' perkin' off Alizé
Big Bob's down with the crew ready to do
Any muthaf*cker steppin' to
F.M. Blue and Randy Austin
You're lost when
You thought that you can hang with this
n*ggas, this is dangerous
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
I'm committin' a 187 so give me the clip and let me pow
I'm down with The Dangerous Crew, so n*gga, whatcha wanna do
The alias East Bay Gangsta, you can catch me peelin' caps
Known for killin' every muthaf*cker dead in my raps, n*gga
So give me the clip and let me pow one
'Cause everybody dyin' on this next f*ckin' album
Dumpin' 'em up in ditches, kill the snitches
Sell a Glock to a gee for these player hatin' b*tches
Gets my smob on, gets my mob on
And n*ggas be talkin' the sh*t, but yo' I'm quick to get my rob on
'Cause peelin' your cap will put my di*k on swoll
Muthaf*ck you b*tch, goddamn as*h*le

[Verse 4: Ant Banks]
It's the Big Badass back on that ass, so it's on G
I'm kickin' the funky sh*t for the gangstas only
Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most (yeah b*tch!)
And we do that coast to coast
Now all the macks in the house, just grab your di*k
And tell em funky c*ck hoes to have a lick
f*ckin' with the gin and juice, di*k hard as a rock
Hoes block to block, so what's up with the c*ck?
I gotta get it goin' on 'til I reach my peak
With a late night freak everyday of the week
Ant Banks, the hoes keep yellin' my name
But I ain't trippin' 'cause a n*gga got all the game
From the streets of Oakland, the city of dope
And I'm hopin' that the hoes keep the pus*y hole open
To a n*gga like me 'cause the pus*y is free
Never pay to play 'cause it's plain to see
That the big di*k gangsta's in the house
And The Dangerous Crew's gonna turn it out
So everybody out there that's talkin' sh*t
I'ma wash my name out your mouth with my di*k
'Cause it's a dangerous thing and I thought you knew
Boy, you can't f*ck with the crew
[Verse 5: Mhisani]
Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes and grit your teeth
Goldy's 'bout to explode, I put your sh*t to sleep
I'm like the wick on a stick of dynamite
Light me up when I find a mic
And watch me flow real tight, while you flowin' - kinda tight
Goldy b*tches comin' tighter than some virgin pus*y
If I ever get loose and start stankin' please douche me
The Dangerous Crew ain't no strangers to
What these fingers do, hang his crew
A cold dead n*gga changes blue
The skull and crossbones
b*tches get tossed on, n*ggas get flossed on
Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone
If you was a pus*y you'd get f*cked
If you was a di*k you'd get circ*msized
You better back the f*ck up or I hurt them eyes
f*ck with Goldy you be hoe in'
With your shirt above your stomach in a bow tie
Unbuttoned with your nipples showin'
D to the A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S is the true test
In Oakland makin' the funk, so won't you stick to what you do best
Keep a di*k in your ass and keep your 9 to 5
And don't be runnin' and rappin' about you signed to Jive
And I don't give a f*ck if it angers you
f*ck you warthogs, I'm down the $hort Dog and The Dangerous Crew
b*tch