Danger Zone Lyrics

[Nino Brown]
Oh yeah
It's 'bout to be hell in this motherfucker
Chicano Pandrino clicka
Por vida
Motherfuckers

(Verse 1)
[Nino] Now we gon' separate the weak
Who got the heat, we got the heat
Ton' G, give me a sick beat, I smell defeat
Dismiss, give me the chips, I make a bet
Chicano
Gambinos, that's my set
Where you at, they call me Nino, who wanna scrap
You wanna rap, I heard your demo, that shit was wack
Watch your back, you're gettin' jacked and gettin' stiff
This ain't no joke, take a toke, I'm blowin' smoke, punk
[Slow] Nino Brown, watch your back, these fools tryin' to creep
We in this gangsta rap shit, knee deep
You got my back, and I got yours
You got a A.K. and I got a .44
You rollin' in a Tahoe, I'm rollin' in a Caddy
You workin' now, everyday, I'm puffin' on a Fedi
Bump all these fools that don't know, you make money
Fast and you live life slow
[Nino] Now who's the baddest, check ya status, don't slip
Remember, I'm too slick, and too sick
It's that original, criminal, from way back
O.G.'s, round me, the family
Mad I got a new trick, up my sleeve
So dope, I make you sick, like dry heat
Say please, por favor, that's Spanish
Understand it, we comin' with the shit, doin' damage

Hook:
[Nino] You overdid it, holmes, you in the danger zone
[Slow] Fuckin' with them eastsiders, straight riders
[Nino] You overdid it, holmes, you in the danger zone
[Slow] Fuckin' with them eastsiders, straight riders

(Verse 2)
[Slow] We like Daz and Kurupt, Dre and Snoop
Cube and Mack 10, but we two Mexicans
Slow Pain and Big Nino, Chicano Gambinos
Mero mero money estylo, stackin' C-notes
Studio hijack, platinum sales
First contact, million dollar combat, catch me in the limo
Throwin' up G-spots extraordinaire
Sportin' fifty thousand dollar Cartier
[Nino] Seen somebody panic, they gettin' frantic, aw damnit
I heard somebody crack a joke, they gettin' smoked
Who wanna fuck with these, don't do it
You can't do it, plus I'm on my third fifth of the fluid
Screw it, they wanna test, homey, get the vest
And the Smif-n-Wes'
Little rookie, take ya last breath
I smell a rat, where he at, I get the strap
Got him on the scope {*imitates gun cock*}
BOOM GOP
[Slow] While you rappin' just to pay your rent
I'm shown in my back with my dead presidents
It makes no sense, homey
[Nino] Perro, what you mean
[Slow] Fool, I'm a true money fiend, sticky green
Pounds and burns, and triple beams
Bahamas for a month, then we hit the Keys
Now you could be a dream rapper, on the microphone
My finger on the trigger, now you in the zone

Repeat Hook Twice
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