O.C. - Dangerous (feat. Big L)

[O.C.] Ahh you don't stop You don't stop you don't stop O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop You don't stop you don't stop Big L is on the other you don't stop You don't stop and you don't stop Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop Check it out yo Yo.. I'm lookin 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 Diggin 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 manuevers, like shells bust from a Luger Satisfaction, I bring the action Blowin your backs in, with only a fraction A mic set, mindset; O.C. design this finest, rap lord, Your Highness Pulsatin, vibratin, Shorty Wop on the dancefloor with the hips gyratin, c'mere Ass swingin like a chandalier; like a cat in heat, with her ass all up in the air Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard Rappin is a bitch boy and I got a lust for it Chorus: O.C. If you want it, we got it Ladies, spot it No doubt about it Fly and exotic When we on the scene it's a major plus And whoever facin us we dangerous Chorus [Big L] I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin with clowns One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down Hoes is on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones that live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeah Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted You can see pal, it's all about me now Twenty G's a show punk three thou just to freestyle I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on these Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon L is who the ladies stay on (yea baby play on) I chew chumps like chewsticks, known for poppin new hits I know you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch! Chorus [O.C.] Time to show, who get it on like soap Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Ceasar Travellin the world with my name on the visa, as said O.C.: Legendary already Rhyme flow cut like a machete First time rappers, I bust your cherries Bitch hold still so I can put it in steady The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict She stayed still and let me pump this dick Microphone raw diggin, almost won't fit in I'm still hard when I'm bustin off semen Semi; y'all in my way, OK rhymes are gay I'ma make you a M.I.A. Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws When I rock it feel like you bein fucked on all fours, this ain't meant for the stores This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard Shaolin... "makin money" Niggaz in Brooklyn... "ma-makin money!" Queens and the Bronx... "makin money" Yeah, Manhattan.. "ma-makin money!" [Big L] I rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah with L Corleone cause I'm a suave star [O.C.] No doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz lookin at my ice from the chain it swing In the party, pop Dom, lampin like a Don Low key smilin at the bitches with my gold teeth [Big L] You can't fuck with the place cause we just too hot So all that mess you pop I suggest you stop Quit while you ahead cause you ain't built like that Better chill cause on the re