"Dangerous Mouths" lyrics - MISSY ELLIOTT

MISSY ELLIOTT
"Dangerous Mouths"
(Missy Elliott / Timothy Mosley / Reggie Noble)
feat. Redman

[Intro: Missy Elliott]
Uhh, 3000 baby
Uh huh
Ooh, raunchy, raunchy

[Verse 1: Redman]
Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin'
I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
Doc, hood lynchin', icy flows
I write with wool mittens
It's two, not one
Missy dot dot com
Come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So once it's 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 house 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

[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your knees, it's 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 that's in me
Reggie Noble through after me

[Verse 3: Redman (& Missy Elliott)]
It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
I done fucked in Range Rovers 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
(So what you wanna do, what you wanna do?)

[Bridge: Redman]
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

[Verse 4: Missy Elliott]
I'm from the south, you better watch your mouth, it's the MI
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'mma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
I gotta say no more, BITCH!

[Outro: Missy Elliott]
Thats right nigga
It's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby
Uhh, I'm out