Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Danger, artist - Funky DL. Album song The 4th Quarter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.09.2007
Record label: Washington Classics
Song language: English
Danger |
| Maybe it was meant to be, but there isn’t no guarantees |
| That life could be stress free from… |
| Maybe we can make a change |
| Or things will remain the same |
| Wouldn’t that be a shame? |
| (danger) Oh no |
| Ay yo I never knew the streets was so dangerous |
| Minors thinking that they majors at young ages |
| Neglect they character to make paper |
| Never crossed they mind to make wages |
| Is it that they going through these phases? |
| Its so dangerous, upper class looking at the |
| Lower class funny style |
| Turn they noses up cos its money |
| Now rich kids never knew the meaning of hard work |
| Its defamation brought up on yourself when its Gods work |
| Is that the street life? |
| Please, robberies |
| Drug dealers selling keys, pirate copy DVD’s |
| Sold by the Chinese, gun crime up |
| Coke heads in squat houses who snort lines up |
| School gangs blazing, Black kids against the Asians |
| Since the days of Thatcher and Ron Reagan |
| Very little inspiration, grown folks misplace patience |
| The universe mentality is dangerous |
| Ay yo I never knew my block was so dangerous |
| Alcoholics walk around in two’s with mental health patients |
| Young blood’s buying blunt wraps assorted flavours |
| Taunting neighbours, the police ain’t really doing |
| Nothing to contain em' |
| Combination of the staircase and urination |
| Weed smoke fragrance floating to the playgrounds |
| Bass sounds booming out from double glazing |
| And these dudes walking round with pants down think it’s amazing |
| The government needs to provide some ventilation |
| This ain’t healthy like a quarter pound of bacon |
| But rich folks spend while poor folks pretend |
| While rich folks lend the poor are borrowing |
| Banks take blood money cos it’s all one money |
| Invest in wars, transforms to gun money |
| Now they run money, tell me why not? |
| They got plenty |
| But there’s still poverty in the twenty first century |
| That don’t make sense but does anything really? |
| It’s hard to meet another who will treat you sincerely |
| A Black man ain’t nothing with his diamonds and braids |
| It’s the same if he live in Africa and got AIDS |
| It’s the same if he got a PHD and got paid |
| Yo it’s the same if he done a crime got caught and jailed |
| It’s a quick world with an upsurge of laziness |
| With them quick girls who act so dangerous |
| Ay yo, I never knew my mind was so dangerous |
| The way I print it on this paper |
| Cos nobody ain’t here doing me no favours |
| Got a street hustle with no street muscle |
| Live a street life without the street strife |
| Street nights, lights out I get the beats right |
| I take each mic and I rhyme for each night |
| I got a pair of jeans that match for each Nike |
| And got a pair of eyes that take in each light |
| My mind cogwheels keep turning, I’m still learning |
| Got the kind of motivation that’s determined |
| To try the untryable and do the undoable |
| Take risks money make and do the unusual |
| Bring it back show these younger men about my pinnacle |
| Make a challenge to the cold hearted and the cynical |
| Brought a miracle to a friend and a stranger |
| DL, Consist forward slash danger |
| What you do? |
| What you do? |
| What you do? |
| What you do? |
| What you doing? |