Danger (Been So Long)

[Intro] You know what time it is, nigga And you know who the fuck this is Danger, danger; get on the floor The nigga right chea; sing it [Hook] Been so long, (sing it) Since he's been on, (sing it) So please, (get on the floor) Show me, (the nigga right chea) What it is that you want to see [Verse 1] Go tell the DJ to put my shit on I'm keeping you niggas and bitches in jump from the minute I get on Taking they shirt off, showing they tattoos Screaming and hollering and all Got the gift to come up with it Put it together, deliver it, make them feel it, bitch I been on Sharp like you pulled me out the pencil sharpener Bad like that student in the principal office Put rappers in coffins, they dive like dolphins I'm the damnedest lyrical marvel you come across often So watch yourself Or fuck around and get beside yourself, I know Go head though, bounce them titties Shake that ass, drop that pussy but stay in line ho Fuck I can't, cause you can can Cocked up, head down, pussy popping on a handstand Leave that pussy smoking If you gon' do something then bend over, and bust that pussy open [Hook] [Verse 2] My fucking concert line around the corner Parking cars, niggas looking for they bitch, nothing on her You looking good momma; why, pssh what's up homie Sirens, limousines, and the club owner ya bitch you If you late, ain't no getting in this bitch cause it's filling up Inside packed from the floor to the ceiling up The building ain't big enough I'm backstage bouncing, adrenaline building up The pussy cutter, did I stutter The heart flutter, make your woman drawers melt like butter Down like Nelly, I'm hype like Belly The rhyme seller, kick ass like Jim Kelly Stand up, round out, boot up and frown Tell a nigga if he wanna try it then bitch come on down No sweat, no blood, no tears And if I tell you it's the shit then, bitch that's what it is [Hook] [Outro] Danger, talking bout Danger, motherfucker look Get on the flo' The nigga right chea Danger, motherfucker, watch your back Danger, look look Nigga what, look look Get on the flo' The nigga right chea, get 'em up [Verse 3] I wanna see these fake rappers get off the mic Gimme my room, you grabbed my space Look out you all in my life, watch out man I'm ripping a solo, I jump in the show, the rest are no more Threw lyrical bolos, head butts and rhyme elbows Get off me; tip-toe, wild slow, wild softly Hurry up, you might not be able to do that shortly Ain't trying to forget the chea The whole crowd screaming out danger, danger [Hook]