Dangerous Lyrics

drinkin..smokin..poppin..ro­llin..
fuckin till my condoms broken
stackin chips and bangin chicks
we livin life so dangerous, now lets go!

Uh, yeah!
Webbys back and I told you! What?
get up on stage and our show is nuts
microphone and my cobra clutch, what?
Jack Frost on the beat 'cause I be too cold to touch
hit em with a rhythm let be dope as fuck
baby girl hit your knees and open up
CT vandal, and I never give a shit, don't plan to
'cause I'm here to make a splash like Shamoo
"Damn! You ran through any competition that I hand you!"
can you figure the flow and keep pace?
joints rolled up to the face, turn up the bass till my windows break
flow well done cause we raised the stakes
Since '88 I've been the motherfucking monster, man..
had headphones on in my sonogram
came out so mean that the doctor ran
and had a full-ass diaper of contraband
God damn, I'm killing the flow, that's the plan
I'm fuckin every girl I can
bawling like Jordan, Space-Jam.
pass me the rock and Ill hit em with a slam
D-D-DUMB baseline coming out the trunk
always stay drunk with a full-ass blunt
money up front, chasing chedder
can't stop me bitch, I'm way too clever
give me a beat no other place ain't better
spit so cold I can change the weather
Bitch! I've been living this way forever!
Wait till the game get a taste of Webster.

drinkin..smokin..poppin..ro­llin..
fuckin till my condoms broken
stackin chips and bangin chicks
we livin life so dangerous, now lets go!Chris Webby - Dangerous - http://motolyrics.com/chris-webby/dangerous-lyrics.html

Uh, yeah!
let me go ahead and do it like this now
sit down. making me beat my bitch now
hit her with that right hook, Chris Brown.
take down your chick around the hips
lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff
this real hip-hop no counterfeit
put some drink in ya cup, bounce to this
and get loud as shit, T-REX ROAR
put my tape in and I eject yours
bangin the fuck outa the girl next door
too smart then I might just check my test scores
rock with a flow when I'm round the best
always on the grind, no time to rest
your girlfriend ask me if I can sign her chest
and then I worked her out like a P90-X
I just sign the check, and then I make them bills..
shit..
and I don't even got no deal
I know who I am, and I keeps it REAL
so damn fresh haven't cracked the seal
king of the hill, wreck with the words
prove who the mothafuckin Best In The Burbs
step to me and you bound to get served
no entr'ee dish or a cold dessert
I just put in that work, 9 to 5
jet-pack flow, time to fly
no such thing as "kind-of high"
"burnt down all day", that's what I decide
YEAH ! IT'S C.W.
we be rollin in the whip when I'm coming through
we're drinking poppin another pill or two
and I'll be lovin my life, bitch how about you

drinkin..smokin..poppin..ro­llin..
fuckin till my condoms broken
stackin chips and bangin chicks
we livin life so dangerous, now lets go!