Missy Elliott - Dangerous Mouths Lyrics
[missy]Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy[redman]Good riddance, to niggas and *****es bullshittinI house mcs like baths and full kitchens, ready or notDoc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittensIts two not one, missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunchSo once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin inShoppin at birds are us, murderous, dont blame me, blame the musicI write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you goIm nice battin, I practice when the park is closedIm that man who squats out of jeeps and vansJump to roof to roof on the tv cam, I ***** a modelI go out with the cheapest tramps, ***** have me trippinLike kima, keisha and pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school nightAnimal house gettin thrown out for food fights, ppp strictly dont give a *****An brick city niggas strictly dont give a *****[missy]Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeansHang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, d.a.n to the dangerYall mcs in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beatsMy beats you see completely unique, forgive theeSee its the shots of henessey thats in me, reggie noble through after me[redman]It takes two to tingle, and two to *****I done *****ed in range roves to isuzu trucks,used to move weightNow you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts***** tight jiffy lube it up, doc came up, hoes use to hang upNow my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than karl kani pocketsWe dont buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasionOne shot will have you ravin, like symone when the four four is blownTwo minutes later Ill make it hotter, snap you from the vineTo 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 houseDrop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car[missy]Im from the south you better watch your mouth, its the m.iThe s.i, if you try then you die, I dont take no mercy on you suckers soWould you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokesI aint got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya boldMy style I own, ima have to steal your flow, you know me joeI gotta say no more, *****!Thats right nigga, its misdemeanor here, redman, timbaland uhhMutha*****a! 3 triple zero, the matrix baby, uhh, Im out
