Dangerous lyrics

[Intro: Ricky Hil]
The hairs on your neck
Stand up
Can you feel it?
Danger
Tell me can you feel it?

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Yeah, getting busy, homie getting busy
Yeah, getting busy, homie getting busy
Now, getting busy, homie getting busy
Now, getting busy, homie getting busy
Uh getting busy, homie getting busy
Uh getting busy, homie getting busy
Now getting busy, homie getting busy

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
n*gga
Double O representor
I come through
I pull the song into a whole 'nother dimension
Cudi be rippin' when they mention
I never really gave a f*ck about the b*tchin'
I was 'bout delivery
Man them n*ggas mad at me, must be actin' feminine
I don't give a f*ck n*ggas talking 'bout
Let's get it in
If you're talking reckless
I will snatch you for your neckless
And be shiny tomorrow in your neighborhood life is good n*gga
You never play me on any given Sunday
To your dismay, I rip apart what you say
And I don't give a f*ck about that man
Your bloggery is weak, talk about that fam
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Ricky Hil]
Yeah, getting busy, homie getting busy
Yeah, getting busy, homie getting busy
Now, getting busy, homie getting busy
Now, getting busy, homie getting busy
Uh getting busy, homie getting busy
Uh getting busy, homie getting busy
Now getting busy, homie getting busy

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Kid Cudi boss hogga
Cleveland representor double O I spit farther
Aim farther
I got my ignorant swag from my father
Try to ka pop, pop, pop your father
n*ggas drop bombs on these b*tches sucks
di*k suck, faggots thinkin' they gettin tough
Until they get sucked under the rug
Like they're in the rubble
Look what you know about Kid Cudi
It's no one better uh
I got my n*ggas in the back, when we be spark sh*t, spart sh*t
Everyday we're Rich and Marcus
I wish these n*ggas would start sh*t
Salute the boy's scout honors
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Ricky Hil]
Yeah, getting busy, homie getting busy
Yeah, getting busy, homie getting busy
Now, getting busy, homie getting busy
Now, getting busy, homie getting busy
Uh getting busy, homie getting busy
Uh getting busy, homie getting busy
Now getting busy, homie getting busy

[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
What you know about Scott?
Drop, drop, drop it like it's hot, Ma
Yeah and when I flip it with the melody
These n*ggas try to play with me
Like I'm not the really illy
Oh, oh, oh when I once spit acapella
Nobody smoother than this young n*gga
Bring the beat back
n*gga I will rip it and I won't miss a beat
It once was written man like Nasir Jones
Tell me what you know about this sh*t up off the dome
I don't even need a pen or pad, n*gga gone
Catch me in any weather no one can do it better
I'm in the sun with the leather
Even when I'm hot, and I spit at these n*ggas could never stop me
I be with it
Treadmill flows never going nowhere
[Outro: Ricky Hil & Kid Cudi]
Everything's dark
Dangerous
Never going nowhere
Something feels wrong with me I'm
Dangerous
Oh baby get out of here it's
Dangerous