Текст песни Busta Rhymes f Greg Nice - Dangerous 12"
Busta Rhymes f Greg Nice - Dangerous 12" слова песни
[Greg Nice] Hella hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey What what? Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey hey[Busta Rhymes] Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes in the place to be And for the whole entire world to see Fuckin up your whole entire par-tyChorus: Greg Nice, Busta RHymesBusta Rhymes and Greg Nice we never fa-il(You won`t te-ll, I won`t te-ll)My shit stay fresh never ever ever stale(You won`t te-ll, I won`t te-ll)Foot shock to your ass just like the third ra-il(You won`t te-ll, I won`t te-ll)Snitches get stitches when they go to ja-il(You won`t te-ll, I won`t te-ll)Verse One: Greg NiceSometimes I feel like Bobby`s WorldRocked the mic, before jheri curlSingle, mingle, no main girlOn the low, like Secret SquirrelUhh! It`s time to Patti DukeSo shake whatcha mamma gave ya like LukeIt`s Greg N-I always down to juiceToo much Hennesey make ya pukeNow I bust on indo dreamsUhh, I don`t be fuckin with keysRock the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee`sI could write a song make a hundred G`sYou went back to high school, nuthin but a teaseKnow I got stones, call me Mr. Please PleaseWalkin down the street wit yo`box in your hand... hot damn!I never drove a Lex dog, never drove a Landor a Testarossa, rather puff L`sand I sip on mimosa, bedroom wallhomegirl have my poster, I`m not surprisedThat`s the way it`s supposed to, makes ya hotMuch hotter than a toaster, style elevateslike a roller coasterChorusVerse Two: Busta RhymesYo, the greatest unsolved mysteryof how I rotate your chicken golden rotissiereFreak the cheesecake flow from here to SicilyYou really need to get offa my, hickory-dickoryThe main attraction, even freaks the close captionSnap break a piece off, a little small fractionI still fulfill your dissatisfactionI`m in the process, of completing a transactionHuh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera singer niggaStill doin the yes y`all, uhh!Today we bust guns in the future we bustin lasersOut of range in case you tried to reach me through my pagerI`m bout to blaze ya, with the flows that will amaze yaHot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe FrazierSeal up the box and present the closed casketBusta Rhymes got the boombastic fruit basketBend your ass back, stretch you like elasticMore drastic when I be feelin fantastic, uhh!Caught the chills stack the large bills barbeque on the grillMe and my niggaz grant willsNiggaz talkin shit but they ain`t got no skillsLookin like they full of shit your niggaz named you no frillsDon`t let me catch you takin for grantedWhen my lyrical cause will leave y`all niggaz strandedDistributed by, Warner Elektra and AtlanticNiggaz thought they could fly, but really crash landedHah, when I`m in the place I`m up in your houseAll y`all corny motherfuckers need to shut your mouth!Chorus[Greg Nice]If you won`t te-ll, I won`t te-llIf you won`t te-ll (I said that I won`t te-ll)I say if you won`t te-ll...