Dangerous by O.C. Lyrics
[Intro: O.C.]
Ah, you don’t stop
You don’t stop, you don’t stop
O.C.’s on the mic, and you don’t stop
You don’t stop, you don’t stop
Big L is on the other, you don’t stop
You don’t stop, and you don’t stop
Mr. Walt on the beat, you don’t stop
Check it out, yo
[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, I’m looking for the big C-notes like Al Pacino
Here’s a new slang word: You pussino
What it means is just that: PUSS
My nickname to some, know me as Mush
Fly like a Testarossa, my God
Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
Diggin' In The Crates crew clique, my brother
I’m on the mic, Big L is on the other
For those that know me, indeed I flow
Maneuvers like shells bust from a Luger
Satisfaction, I bring the action
Blowing your backs in with only a fraction
A mic set mindset
O.C. design this finest, rap lord, Your Highness
Pulsating, vibrating
Shorty wop on the dancefloor with the hips gyrating
Come here, ass swinging like a chandelier
Like a cat in heat with her ass all up in the air
Bust this, who said I can’t cut the mustard?
Rapping is a bitch, boy, and I got a lust for it
[Hook x2]
Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it’s a major plus
And whoever facing us, we dangerous
[Verse 2: Big L]
I be that smooth cat you never seen rolling with clowns
One of the few from Uptown that’s holding it down
Hoes is on me like I’m welfare—even rich ones that live in Bel Air
Is this Big L year? Hell yeah
Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back
Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped
This rap game I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it
Push an Infinite, chrome rims light-tinted
You can see, pal, it’s all about me now
Twenty G’s a show, punk, three thou’ just to freestyle
I made this cheese, it didn’t grow on trees
Can you hold something? Sure, you can hold on these
Yo, I’m fat like a old crayon, smooth as rayon
L is who the ladies stay on (Yeah, baby, play on)
I chew chumps like chew-sticks, known for dropping new hits
I know you want me, hoe, if I was you, I’d want me too, bitch!
[Hook]
If you want it, we got it, ladies spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it’s a major plus
And whoever facing us, we dangerous
[Verse 3: O.C.]
Time to show who get it on like so
Derived from nature, so I’m pure like snow
Brown-skinned nigga with a low-cut Caesar
Traveling the world with my name on a visa
As said, O.C. legendary already, rhyme flow cut like a machete
First-time rappers, I bust your cherries
Bitch, hold still so I can put it in steady
The more you squirm, the more pain I’mma inflict
She stayed still and let me pump this dick
Microphone raw-digging, almost won’t fit in
I’m still hard when I’m busting off semen
Semi, y’all in my way, OK rhymes are gay
I’mma make you a M.I.A
'Cause I find you not an itsy-bitsy bit raw
I’mma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws
When I rock, it feel like you’re being fucked on all fours
This ain’t meant for the stores
This is for the niggas in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinking they’re cute with ug’ mugs
Step off!
[Bridge: O.C. and (Sample from Melle Mel on Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five “Superappin’” with Scratches by Mr. Walt)]
Shaolin (“making money”)
Niggas in Brooklyn (“ma-making money!”)
Queens and the Bronx ( “making money”)
Yeah, Manhattan (“ma-making money!”)
[Verse 4: Big L and O.C.]
I rock the blue-faced Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddy
I met these two lezzies in a Chevy—Betty and Desi
They like to ménage à trois, then blasé blah
With L Corleone ‘cause I’m a suave star
Yeah, no doubt, baby pah, platinum rings
Mean niggas looking at my ice from the chain it swing
In the party, pop Dom, lamping like a Don
Low-key, smiling at the bitches with my gold teeth
You can’t fuck with the Crates ‘cause we just too hot
So all that mess you pop, I suggest you stop
Quit while you’re ahead ‘cause you ain’t built like that
Better chill, 'cause on the real, cats get killed like that (Mmhmm)
Two crisp-type figures, clean-cut niggas
Plushed-out cribs, rock twin Ac’ Vigors
Living life to the fullest, getting rich ain’t far
Chilling with women, bagging doe, avoiding sluts and scars
[Hook]
Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it’s a major plus
And whoever facing us, we dangerous
Ah, you don’t stop
You don’t stop, you don’t stop
O.C.’s on the mic, and you don’t stop
You don’t stop, you don’t stop
Big L is on the other, you don’t stop
You don’t stop, and you don’t stop
Mr. Walt on the beat, you don’t stop
Check it out, yo
[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, I’m looking for the big C-notes like Al Pacino
Here’s a new slang word: You pussino
What it means is just that: PUSS
My nickname to some, know me as Mush
Fly like a Testarossa, my God
Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
Diggin' In The Crates crew clique, my brother
I’m on the mic, Big L is on the other
For those that know me, indeed I flow
Maneuvers like shells bust from a Luger
Satisfaction, I bring the action
Blowing your backs in with only a fraction
A mic set mindset
O.C. design this finest, rap lord, Your Highness
Pulsating, vibrating
Shorty wop on the dancefloor with the hips gyrating
Come here, ass swinging like a chandelier
Like a cat in heat with her ass all up in the air
Bust this, who said I can’t cut the mustard?
Rapping is a bitch, boy, and I got a lust for it
[Hook x2]
Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it’s a major plus
And whoever facing us, we dangerous
[Verse 2: Big L]
I be that smooth cat you never seen rolling with clowns
One of the few from Uptown that’s holding it down
Hoes is on me like I’m welfare—even rich ones that live in Bel Air
Is this Big L year? Hell yeah
Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back
Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped
This rap game I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it
Push an Infinite, chrome rims light-tinted
You can see, pal, it’s all about me now
Twenty G’s a show, punk, three thou’ just to freestyle
I made this cheese, it didn’t grow on trees
Can you hold something? Sure, you can hold on these
Yo, I’m fat like a old crayon, smooth as rayon
L is who the ladies stay on (Yeah, baby, play on)
I chew chumps like chew-sticks, known for dropping new hits
I know you want me, hoe, if I was you, I’d want me too, bitch!
[Hook]
If you want it, we got it, ladies spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it’s a major plus
And whoever facing us, we dangerous
[Verse 3: O.C.]
Time to show who get it on like so
Derived from nature, so I’m pure like snow
Brown-skinned nigga with a low-cut Caesar
Traveling the world with my name on a visa
As said, O.C. legendary already, rhyme flow cut like a machete
First-time rappers, I bust your cherries
Bitch, hold still so I can put it in steady
The more you squirm, the more pain I’mma inflict
She stayed still and let me pump this dick
Microphone raw-digging, almost won’t fit in
I’m still hard when I’m busting off semen
Semi, y’all in my way, OK rhymes are gay
I’mma make you a M.I.A
'Cause I find you not an itsy-bitsy bit raw
I’mma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws
When I rock, it feel like you’re being fucked on all fours
This ain’t meant for the stores
This is for the niggas in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinking they’re cute with ug’ mugs
Step off!
[Bridge: O.C. and (Sample from Melle Mel on Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five “Superappin’” with Scratches by Mr. Walt)]
Shaolin (“making money”)
Niggas in Brooklyn (“ma-making money!”)
Queens and the Bronx ( “making money”)
Yeah, Manhattan (“ma-making money!”)
[Verse 4: Big L and O.C.]
I rock the blue-faced Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddy
I met these two lezzies in a Chevy—Betty and Desi
They like to ménage à trois, then blasé blah
With L Corleone ‘cause I’m a suave star
Yeah, no doubt, baby pah, platinum rings
Mean niggas looking at my ice from the chain it swing
In the party, pop Dom, lamping like a Don
Low-key, smiling at the bitches with my gold teeth
You can’t fuck with the Crates ‘cause we just too hot
So all that mess you pop, I suggest you stop
Quit while you’re ahead ‘cause you ain’t built like that
Better chill, 'cause on the real, cats get killed like that (Mmhmm)
Two crisp-type figures, clean-cut niggas
Plushed-out cribs, rock twin Ac’ Vigors
Living life to the fullest, getting rich ain’t far
Chilling with women, bagging doe, avoiding sluts and scars
[Hook]
Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies spot it
No doubt about it, fly and exotic
When we on the scene, it’s a major plus
And whoever facing us, we dangerous