O.C. ft. Big L and Lost Boyz - āDangerous The Sequelā
[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 - āDaisy Ladyā (0:01)]
[Intro: Mr. Cheeks (of Lost Boyz)]
Yeah, this sounds good, man.ā
ā
Let me keepā
running something and flow (No doubt).ā
I like that, I like that, so I keepāitāgoingāhere. Weāreāon it. āNYC type flavor, baby. The Rotten Apple, baby, nahāmean? O.C., yāall. Representing, Mr. Cheeks in the cut. What, what, what?!?
[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, Iām looking
For the big C-notes like Al Pacino
Hereās 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
Iām 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 canāt 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 thatās 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 thatās holding it down. Hoes is
On me like Iām welfareāeven 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 meāFeds 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, itās all about me now
Twenty Gās a show, punk, three thouā just to freestyle
I made this cheese, it didnāt grow on trees
Can you hold something? Sure, you can hold on these. Yo, Iām
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, Iād 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 thatās 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 Iām pure like snow
Brown-skinned n***a 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 Iāma inflict
She stayed still and let me pump this dick
Microphone raw-digging, almost wonāt fit in
Iām still hard when Iām busting off semen
Semi, yāall in my way. OK rhymes
Are gay, Iāma make you a M.I.A. ācause I
Find you not an itsy-bitsy bit raw, Iāma grind
You like the bicuspidses in my jaws
When I rock, it feel like youāre being fucked on
All fours, this aināt meant for the stores
This is for the n***as in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinking theyāre cute with ugā 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 ācause Iām a suave star
[O.C.]
Yeah, no
Doubt, baby pa, platinum rings, mean n***as
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 canāt
Fuck with the Crates ācause weāre just too hot, so all that
Mess you pop, I suggest you stop, quit
While youāre ahead ācause you aināt built like that, better chill
āCause, on the real, cats get killed like that
[O.C.]
(Mmhmm) Two
Crisp-type figures, clean-cut n***as
Plushed-out cribs, rock twin Acā Vigors, living
Life to the fullest, getting rich aināt 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 thatās 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