(feat. The Dangerous Crew)



[Too $hort:]

Tell em what we do in here, Dangerous...



Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass

You want beats from the crew? we'll take yo cash

Five g's for a muthafuckin song

And if you can't pay it, keep movin on

I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle

With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples

Better stick with the James Brown and pay him

Cause the JD-800 ain't even playin

Unless Pee Wee hit them keys

Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin g's

Shorty B got the bass and we sellin it

Shit kinda fat like a muthafuckin elephant

Sample that shit if you want

You better try to sample this dangerous funk

Cause ain't nobody trippin on your fake-ass tape

Shoulda got some beats from my nigga Ant Banks

But Banks ain't thinkin bout no weak shit

Now you're goin out like MC Bitch

And ain't nothin worth killin like a sucker

Why you wanna make fake beats, muthafucka

Shoulda came real like the Oakland city

Beat your ass to death with a S-950

It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament

But you can smell it cause it sho' got a funky scent

It's called The Dangerous Crew, make you feel stupid

Play a thousand records and you still can't loop it

Cause it's not to be found, but if you do

Nothin you could try make you sound like the crew



[Pee Wee:]

Geah man

Just another gangsta kickin tha playa pimp shit for nine-trey



When you're with the dangerous crew 

Bitches wann hang with you

Think about the thang in you 

She can suck a thang or two 

Niggas in other gangs wanna hang with you 

Learn your slang, made a few fools wanna slang, would you

Tell them bitches they sang or would you

Lie to get that thang cause they gameless

Them aimless, niggas get extinguished

But they're just muthafuckas

Got bitches duckin suckers

When we come to town, mayn 

We rollin fat with dank, ain't fuckin with that brown thang

To Shorty B and $hort, we goin international

Fuck the local fashion show

Niggas can't be broke

Mhisani for the money fuck a bitch until she dizzy

And me and the bigged-Banks is gettin perkin off Aliz‚

Big Bob's down with the crew ready to do

Any muthafucka steppin to 

F.M. Blue and Randy Austin 

You're lost when 

You thought that you can hang with this

Niggas, this is dangerous



[Spice 1:]

I'm committin a 187 so gimme the clip and let me - pow

I'm down with the Dangerous Crew, so nigga, whatcha wanna do 

The alias East Bay Gangsta, you can catch me peelin caps

Known for killin every muthafucka dead in my raps

Nigga, so gimme the clip and let me pow one

Cause everbody dyin on this next fuckin album

Dumpin em up in ditches, kill the snitches

Sell a glock to a gee for these playa-hatin bitches

Gets my smob on, gets my mob on

And niggas be talkin the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on

Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll

Muthafucka you, bitch, godddam-ass hoe



[Ant Banks:]

It's the Big Badass back on that ass, so it's on, gee

I'm kickin the funky shit for the gangstas only

Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most

(Yeah bitch) and we do that coast to coast

Now all the macks in the house, just grab your dick

And tell em funky-cock hoes to have a lick

Fuckin with the gin and juice, dick hard as a rock

Hoes block to block, so what's up with the cock?

I gotta get it goin on till I reach my peak

With a late night freak everyday of the week

Ant Banks, the hoes keep yellin my name

But I ain't trippin cause a nigga got all the game

>From the streets of Oakland, the City of Dope, and 

I'm hopin that the hoes keep the pussy hole open

To a nigga like me cause the pussy is free

Never pay to play cause it's plain to see

That the big-dick gangsta's in the house

And the Dangerous Crew's gonna turn it out

So everybody out there that's talkin shit

I'ma wash my name out your mouth with my dick

Cause it's a dangerous thang, and I thought you knew

Boy, you can't fuck with the crew



[Mhisani:]

Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth

Goldy's bout to explode, I put your shit to cease 

I'm like the wick on a stick of dynamite

Light me up when I find a mic

And watch me flow real tight while you're flowin - kinda tight

Goldy bitches comin tighter than some virgin pussy

If I ever get loose and start stinkin, please douche me

The Dangerous Crew ain't no strangers to

What these fingers do, hang his crew

A cold dead nigga changes blue

The skull and crossbones

Bitches get tossed on, niggas get flossed on 

Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone

If you was a pussy you'd get fucked

If you was a dick you'd get circumsized

You better back the fuck up or I hurt them eyes

Fuck with Goldy you be hoein 

With your shoulder above your stomach in a bow tie 

Unbuttoned with your nipples showin

D to the a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s is the true test

In Oakland makin the funk, so won't you stick to what you do best

Keep a dick in your ass and keep your nine to five

And don't be runnin and rappin about you signed to Jive

And I don't give a fuck if it angers you

Fuck you woodhogs, I'm down the $hort Dog and the Dangerous Crew

Bitch