{Too $hort:}
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Tell em what we do in here, Dangerous...
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Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass
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You want beats from the crew? we'll take yo cash
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Five g's for a muthafuckin song
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And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
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I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle
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With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples
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Better stick with the James Brown and pay him
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Cause the JD-800 ain't even playin
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Unless Pee Wee hit them keys
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Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin g's
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Shorty B got the bass and we sellin it
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Shit kinda fat like a muthafuckin elephant
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Sample that shit if you want
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You better try to sample this dangerous funk
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Cause ain't nobody trippin on your fake-ass tape
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Shoulda got some beats from my nigga Ant Banks
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But Banks ain't thinkin bout no weak shit
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Now you're goin out like MC Bitch
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And ain't nothin worth killin like a sucker
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Why you wanna make fake beats, muthafucka
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Shoulda came real like the Oakland city
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Beat your ass to death with a S-950
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It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament
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But you can smell it cause it sho' got a funky scent
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It's called The Dangerous Crew, make you feel stupid
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Play a thousand records and you still can't loop it
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Cause it's not to be found, but if you do
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Nothin you could try make you sound like the crew
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{Pee Wee:}
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Geah man
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Just another gangsta kickin tha playa pimp shit for nine-trey
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When you're with the dangerous crew
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Bitches wann hang with you
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Think about the thang in you
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She can suck a thang or two
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Niggas in other gangs wanna hang with you
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Learn your slang, made a few fools wanna slang, would you
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Tell them bitches they sang or would you
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Lie to get that thang cause they gameless
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Them aimless, niggas get extinguished
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But they're just muthafuckas
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Got bitches duckin suckers
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When we come to town, mayn
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We rollin fat with dank, ain't fuckin with that brown thang
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To Shorty B and $hort, we goin international
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Fuck the local fashion show
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Niggas can't be broke
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Mhisani for the money fuck a bitch until she dizzy
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And me and the bigged-Banks is gettin perkin off Aliz?Big Bob's down with the crew ready to do
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Any muthafucka steppin to
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F.M. Blue and Randy Austin
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You're lost when
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You thought that you can hang with this
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Niggas, this is dangerous
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{Spice 1:}
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I'm committin a 187 so gimme the clip and let me - pow
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I'm down with the Dangerous Crew, so nigga, whatcha wanna do
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The alias East Bay Gangsta, you can catch me peelin caps
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Known for killin every muthafucka dead in my raps
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Nigga, so gimme the clip and let me pow one
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Cause everbody dyin on this next fuckin album
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Dumpin em up in ditches, kill the snitches
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Sell a glock to a gee for these playa-hatin bitches
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Gets my smob on, gets my mob on
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And niggas be talkin the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on
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Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll
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Muthafucka you, bitch, godddam-ass hoe
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{Ant Banks:}
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It's the Big Badass back on that ass, so it's on, gee
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I'm kickin the funky shit for the gangstas only
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Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most
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(Yeah bitch) and we do that coast to coast
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Now all the macks in the house, just grab your dick
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And tell em funky-cock hoes to have a lick
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Fuckin with the gin and juice, dick hard as a rock
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Hoes block to block, so what's up with the cock?
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I gotta get it goin on till I reach my peak
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With a late night freak everyday of the week
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Ant Banks, the hoes keep yellin my name
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But I ain't trippin cause a nigga got all the game
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>From the streets of Oakland, the City of Dope, and
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I'm hopin that the hoes keep the pussy hole open
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To a nigga like me cause the pussy is free
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Never pay to play cause it's plain to see
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That the big-dick gangsta's in the house
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And the Dangerous Crew's gonna turn it out
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So everybody out there that's talkin shit
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I'ma wash my name out your mouth with my dick
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Cause it's a dangerous thang, and I thought you knew
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Boy, you can't fuck with the crew
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{Mhisani:}
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Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth
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Goldy's bout to explode, I put your shit to cease
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I'm like the wick on a stick |