Dangerous The Sequel (Street)

O.C. ft. Big L and Lost Boyz - “Dangerous The Sequel” [Emcee(s): O.C. and Big L] [Producer(s): Mr. Walt (of Da Beatminerz)] [Hook/Additional Vocals: Mr. Cheeks (of Lost Boyz)] [Sample (Multiple Elements): 7th Wonder - “Daisy Lady” (0:01)] [Intro: Mr. Cheeks (of Lost Boyz)] Yeah, this sounds good, man.  Let me keep running something and flow (No doubt).  I like that, I like that, so I keep it going here. We’re on it.  NYC type flavor, baby. The Rotten Apple, baby, nah’mean? O.C., y’all. Representing, Mr. Cheeks in the cut. What, what, what?!? [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 Digging In The Crates crew click, 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: Mr. Cheeks (of Lost Boyz)] (x2) If you Want it, you got it. Us cats collect the chips and bag them Chicks that’s exotic, getting money every day, and plus The pockets stay knotted (Knotted!). Those that violate the rap Game, you have just been spotted (Spotted!). Uh [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 the 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, ho. If I was you, I’d want me too, bitch! [Hook: Mr. Cheeks (of Lost Boyz)] If you Want it, you got it. Us cats collect the chips and bag them Chicks that’s exotic, getting money every day, and plus The pockets stay knotted (Knotted!). Those that violate the rap Game, you have just been spotted (Spotted!). Uh [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 al- -ready, 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’ma 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’ma make you a M.I.A. ‘cause I Find you not an itsy-bitsy bit raw, I’ma 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! [Interlude: Mr. Cheeks (of Lost Boyz)] Get the fuck out of here. Know-your-lane shit with your same shit, hahaha [Verse 4: Big L and O.C.] [Big L] I rock The blue-faced Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddie 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 [O.C.] Yeah, no Doubt, baby pa, 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 [Big L] You can’t Fuck with the Crates ‘cause we’re 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 [O.C.] (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 dough, avoiding sluts and scars [Hook: Mr. Cheeks (of Lost Boyz)] If you Want it, you got it. Us cats collect the chips and bag them Chicks that’s exotic, getting money every day, and plus The pockets stay knotted (Knotted!). Those that violate the rap Game, you have just been spotted (Spotted!). Uh