Dangerous Mouths Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song Dangerous Mouths as performed together by Missy Elliott&Redman

Lyrics to song Dangerous Mouths by Missy Elliott feat. Redman

Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy

Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin I
house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or
not Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with
wool mittens Its two not one, Missy dot dot com,
come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once
its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in Shoppin at
birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the
music I write with napalms in my hands, flame the
fuses, like ca psss, off you go I'm nice battin, I
practice when the park is closed I'm that man who
squats out of jeeps and vans Jump to roof to roof
on the TV cam, I fuck a model I go out with the
cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin Like Kima,
Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous
on a school night Animal House gettin thrown out
for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck An
Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck

Let me intervene, come between, like dick through
your jeans Hang down to your knees, its mwa the
don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger Y'all MC's
in a whole lot of danger, change up all your
rhymes you need beats My beats you see completely
unique, forgive thee See its the shots of Henessey
thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me

It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck I done
fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move
weight Now you makin moves to duck, built solid
without bolts, screws and nuts Pussy tight jiffy
lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now
my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl
Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what
size rockets, for thee occasion One shot will have
you ravin', like Symone when the four four is
blown Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap
you from the vine To my um blada a boom glada

Missy and Redman
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do

Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much
room Def Squad in the house Drop you drawers, tell
your boyfriend ease up, and park his car

I'm from the south you better watch your mouth,
Its the M.I The S.I, if you try then you die, I
don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you
still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut
the jokes I ain't got no love for yo, no friends
with those, who imitate me ya bold My style I own,
I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe I
gotta say no more, BITCH! Thats right nigga, Its
Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh,
I'm out