| Big, bad, dangerous
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| Bronson, DZA, riiiiiiiiight
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| She’s heavy, no Jager
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| Sour in the chamber
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| Bam Bam Bronson
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| And Big Gram Vader
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| Big, bad, dangerous
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| Guyanese nigga with a wild Albanian
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| Mobbing through the stadium
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| Them little niggas came and went
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| Bars on the platter, should be catering
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| Anybody can get it, no matter what lane you in
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| We came to win, you came to play
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| Shit, I want the top spot
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| For that, ack
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| I’m on your ass like everyday
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| Disappear like Hoffa
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| At Little Charlie’s, penne alla vodka
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| Like a fucking mobster, huh
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| Wiseguys don’t carry wallets
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| Shit I’m liable to
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| Run up in Rugby and go toss a couple of fazools
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| Know how I do, made man
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| Shouts to Thirstin and Meyhem
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| N-Y Giant, word to Strahan
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| DZA!
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| Bronsolino, we got this
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| Yo
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| I’m Greg «The Hammer» Valentino, Tinoisamoa haberdashery
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| Got seven patches
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| Coming through with Patra
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| Speaking patois
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| Tuna tartare
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| Snap my fingers for the waiter
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| Tell him the food was caca
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| Cause I’m used to plates rated by Zagat
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| Smoking Kiefer Sutherland
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| Fuck the government, cop Asian rubs and shit
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| Paid like a hundred, I’m consistently blunted
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| Got the fronts right out of Busy Bee
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| 13 Huarache’s out of King and Queens
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| Every other week cause I’m a sneaker fiend
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| Stole my mother’s car
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| And got falefel right on Bleecker Street
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| Kool G. Rap was pumping out the speaker, chief
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| I’m getting brain and rolling up
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| I’m in the green Caprice
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| Me and DZA treat the tree like Edward Scissor-
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| Hands of stone, well nowadays I’m getting tan in Rome
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| The boat, sleep six, the mussels at the bay
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| Don’t ever get it twisted, dog
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| We hustle everyday
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| We got kids to feed
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| Niggas ridicule before they help
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| Got to get it how you live, dog
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| Them bills don’t pay theyself
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| Whether 16 bars or 28 ounces
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| Whatever I do
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| I make it count, kid (That's right)
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| Yo, I’m the captain of this fly shit
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| Futuristic hybrid
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| Never close my eyelids
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| Dicking down a Thai bitch
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| Her thighs thick like a rhino skin
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| Ayo, I’m diving in
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| Slide it back and forth like a violin (Right)
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| Miri Ben-Ari
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| Mami, ven aqui
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| No gordo digging that toto loco
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| Them other niggas so-so
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| Half assed, mediocre at best
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| 42nd Street, they would’ve got left
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| Feel what I’m saying?
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| Chicharron de pollo con hueso
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| Been flavor
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| Table cloth is beautiful
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| Penetration, uterial
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| Clenbuterol help when reciting the lyrics
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| Some family no longer with us
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| But still behind us in spirit
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| I said we big, bad, dangerous
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| Ain’t a motherfucker taming us
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| Right
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| Know your role or get rolled on
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| Don’t risk it
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| It’s big business
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| Big business |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Bad & Dangerous (feat. Smoke DZA) , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Blue Chips 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп