Too $hort (too Short) - The Dangerous Crew lyrics

{too $hort:} Tell em what we do in here, dangerous... Get some drums from a break and then break yo a** You want beats from the crew? we'll take yo cash Five g's for a muthaf**in song And if you can't pay it, keep movin on I'm into somethin that your fake a** 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 Shorty b got the ba** and we sellin it sh** kinda fat like a muthaf**in elephant Sample that sh** if you want You better try to sample this dangerous funk Cause ain't nobody trippin on your fake-a** tape Shoulda got some beats from my n***a ant banks But banks ain't thinkin bout no weak sh** Now you're goin out like mc b**h And ain't nothin worth k**in like a s**er Why you wanna make fake beats, muthaf**a Shoulda came real like the oakland city Beat your a** to d**h with a s-950 It's not a james brown loop, it's not parliament But you can smell it cause it 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 {pee wee:} Geah man Just another gangsta kickin tha playa pimp sh** for nine-trey When you're with the dangerous crew b**hes wann hang with you Think about the thang in you She can s** a thang or two n***as in other gangs wanna hang with you Learn your slang, made a few fools wanna slang, would you Tell them b**hes they sang or would you Lie to get that thang cause they gameless Them aimless, n***as get extinguished But they're just muthaf**as Got b**hes duckin s**ers When we come to town, mayn We rollin fat with dank, ain't f**in with that brown thang To shorty b and $hort, we goin international f** the local fashion show n***as can't be broke Mhisani for the money f** a b**h until she dizzy And me and the bigged-banks is gettin perkin off aliz? big bob's down with the crew ready to do Any muthaf**a steppin to F.m. blue and randy austin You're lost when You thought that you can hang with this n***as, this is dangerous {spice 1:} I'm committin a 187 so gimme the clip and let me - pow I'm down with the dangerous crew, so n***a, whatcha wanna do The alias east bay gangsta, you can catch me peelin caps Known for k**in every muthaf**a dead in my raps n***a, so gimme the clip and let me pow one Cause everbody dyin on this next f**in album Dumpin em up in ditches, k** the snitches Sell a glock to a gee for these playa-hatin b**hes Gets my smob on, gets my mob on And n***as be talkin the sh**, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll Muthaf**a you, b**h, godddam-a** hoe {ant banks:} It's the big bada** back on that a**, so it's on, gee I'm kickin the funky sh** for the gangstas only Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most (yeah b**h) and we do that coast to coast Now all the macks in the house, just grab your dick And tell em funky-co*k hoes to have a lick f**in with the gin and juice, dick hard as a rock Hoes block to block, so what's up with the co*k? I gotta get it goin on till 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***a got all the game >from the streets of oakland, the city of dope, and I'm hopin that the hoes keep the p**y hole open To a n***a like me cause the p**y is free Never pay to play cause it's plain to see That the big-dick gangsta's in the house And the dangerous crew's gonna turn it out So everybody out there that's talkin sh** I'ma wash my name out your mouth with my dick Cause it's a dangerous thang, and I thought you knew Boy, you can't f** with the crew {mhisani:} Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth Goldy's bout to explode, I put your sh** to cease 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're flowin - kinda tight Goldy b**hes comin tighter than some virgin p**y If I ever get loose and start stinkin, please douche me The dangerous crew ain't no strangers to What these fingers do, hang his crew A cold dead n***a changes blue The skull and crossbones b**hes get tossed on, n***as get flossed on Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone If you was a p**y you'd get f**ed If you was a dick you'd get circumsized You better back the f** up or I hurt them eyes f** with goldy you be hoein With your shoulder above your stomach in a bow tie Unbu*toned 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 dick in your a** and keep your nine to five And don't be runnin and rappin about you signed to jive And I don't give a f** if it angers you f** you woodhogs, I'm down the $hort dog and the dangerous crew b**h