{too $hort:}
Tell em what we do in here, dangerous...
Get some drums from a break and then break yo a**
You want beats from the crew? we'll take yo cash
Five g's for a muthaf**in song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
I'm into somethin that your fake a** 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 ba** and we sellin it
sh** kinda fat like a muthaf**in elephant
Sample that sh** if you want
You better try to sample this dangerous funk
Cause ain't nobody trippin on your fake-a** tape
Shoulda got some beats from my n***a ant banks
But banks ain't thinkin bout no weak sh**
Now you're goin out like mc b**h
And ain't nothin worth k**in like a s**er
Why you wanna make fake beats, muthaf**a
Shoulda came real like the oakland city
Beat your a** to d**h 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 sh** for nine-trey
When you're with the dangerous crew
b**hes wann hang with you
Think about the thang in you
She can s** a thang or two
n***as in other gangs wanna hang with you
Learn your slang, made a few fools wanna slang, would you
Tell them b**hes they sang or would you
Lie to get that thang cause they gameless
Them aimless, n***as get extinguished
But they're just muthaf**as
Got b**hes duckin s**ers
When we come to town, mayn
We rollin fat with dank, ain't f**in with that brown thang
To shorty b and $hort, we goin international
f** the local fashion show
n***as can't be broke
Mhisani for the money f** a b**h 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 muthaf**a steppin to
F.m. blue and randy austin
You're lost when
You thought that you can hang with this
n***as, 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 n***a, whatcha wanna do
The alias east bay gangsta, you can catch me peelin caps
Known for k**in every muthaf**a dead in my raps
n***a, so gimme the clip and let me pow one
Cause everbody dyin on this next f**in album
Dumpin em up in ditches, k** the snitches
Sell a glock to a gee for these playa-hatin b**hes
Gets my smob on, gets my mob on
And n***as be talkin the sh**, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on
Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll
Muthaf**a you, b**h, godddam-a** hoe
{ant banks:}
It's the big bada** back on that a**, so it's on, gee
I'm kickin the funky sh** for the gangstas only
Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most
(yeah b**h) and we do that coast to coast
Now all the macks in the house, just grab your dick
And tell em funky-co*k hoes to have a lick
f**in with the gin and juice, dick hard as a rock
Hoes block to block, so what's up with the co*k?
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 n***a got all the game
>from the streets of oakland, the city of dope, and
I'm hopin that the hoes keep the p**y hole open
To a n***a like me cause the p**y 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 sh**
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 f** with the crew
{mhisani:}
Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth
Goldy's bout to explode, I put your sh** 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 b**hes comin tighter than some virgin p**y
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 n***a changes blue
The skull and crossbones
b**hes get tossed on, n***as get flossed on
Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone
If you was a p**y you'd get f**ed
If you was a dick you'd get circumsized
You better back the f** up or I hurt them eyes
f** with goldy you be hoein
With your shoulder above your stomach in a bow tie
Unbu*toned 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 a** and keep your nine to five
And don't be runnin and rappin about you signed to jive
And I don't give a f** if it angers you
f** you woodhogs, I'm down the $hort dog and the dangerous crew
b**h