Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott - Dangerous Mouths lyrics
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uhh 3000 baby uh huh oooh (raunchy) raunchy redman: 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 missy: 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 redman: 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 both: 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 missy: 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