stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type
Just call me mike tys' 'cause I got your ear I'm hot, the shit, so it's real, feel the fire So yo, show me the money, type gerry mcguire Me and mrs.
touch-able, inde-struct-able Get in my way and we're dustin you As a kid this the type of shit that we dreamed of Money, cars, bitches and drugs I prevail
by ballhandlers ruled by Swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type
, the girl is dangerous Blondie was a victim to everything she liked She likes money, fine clothes and fancy cars But her name she could not write Blondie is a certain type
stripped by ballhandlers ruled by Swackhammer Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers With hang time like a coat hanger Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type
Fast cars, Fast women, Speed bikes with the nitro in them, Dangerous when driven, Those are the type that I be feeling (x2) Sitting there while I observe
he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair But before he could move I grabbed me a chair And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a fairly dangerous man!" "
the class Cas is on Some whole new shit than you bastards on Bitten my old style while smash was gone My infallible flows will swallow you wholes Rappin bout cars
to you Make a tape of this break and pump it through Speakers, radios, cars, vans, stereos Eat your Cheerios, then prepare to go Into the zone, that's dangerous
Glocc, you know that it's all good J got the big head, and he ain't even famous We asked Ray J, could he smell danger Danger, danger, yeah your life's in danger
and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars
danger the nature of the streets Ready to claim another life asking God to save us forgiven hearts The tamers the youth is hard to train em They only want money and cars
me I'm warning you what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up I transcend And get you through the grape vines Rappers is dime a dozen Like your cars