Missy Elliott

Missy Elliott - Dangerous Mouths lyrics

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uhh 3000 baby
 uh huh oooh (raunchy)

 good riddance to niggas and bitches bullshittin
 i house MC's like baths and full kitchens
 ready or not dot hood lynchin, icey flows
 i write with wool mittens, its 2 not 1
 missy dot dot com come once in the blue like free hot lunch
 so once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
 shoppin at birds are us murderous, dont blame me blame the music
 i write with napalms in my hands flame the fuses like ca(--)
 off you go im nice battin i practice when the park is closed
 im that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
 jump to roof to roof on the TV cam i fuck a model i get with the cheapest
 tramps, pussy have me trippin like kima keisha and pam
 i remain cool like playin house on a school night
 animal house getting throw out for food fights
 PPP niggas dont give a fuck and brick city niggas
 strictly dont give a fuck

 let me interven come between like dick through your jeans
 hang down to your jeans its *muah* the don juan carry on
 D.A.N to danger, yall MCs in a whole lot of danger
 change up all your rhymes you need beats
 my beats you see completely unique forgive thee
 see its the shots of hennessy thats in me
 reggie noble through after me

 it takes t 2 to tangle and 2 to fuck
 i dont fucked in range rovers to isuzu trucks
 used to move weight now you makin moves to duck
 built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
 pussy tight jiffy luve it up doc came up hoes used to hang up
 now my arm close hang up my crew deeper than karl kani pockets
 we dont buy bullets we ask what size rockets
 for thee occasion one shot will have you raven like symone
 when the 4-4 is blown , 2 minutes later ill make it hotter
 snap you from the vine to my um blada a boom glada

 so what you wanna do what you wanna do
 yo i got the chicken the brew taken next
 and much room def squad in the house
 drop ya drawers tell your boyfriend ease up
 and park his car

 im from the south you better watch your mouth
 its the M.I the S.I. if you try then die
 i dont take no mercy on you sucker so
 would you still be in love baby if i cut your throat?
 cut the jokes i aint got no love for yo no friends with those
 who imitate me your bold my style i own
 ima have to steal your show you know me joe
 i aint got to say no more bitch!

 thats right nigga its misdeamenor here
 redman, timbaland uhh motherfucker!
 3 triple 0 the matrix baby, uhh im out
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Author: Missy Elliott, Reggie Noble, Timothy Mosley

Composer: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group Inc., WEA International Inc.


Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Da Real World (1999)

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