G'fellas (nino Brown & Slow Pain) - Danger Zone lyrics

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Danger Zone / G'fellas (nino Brown & Slow Pain)[Nino Brown]Oh yeahIt's 'bout to be hell in this motherfuckerChicano Pandrino clickaPor vidaMotherfuckers(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' damageHook:[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 zoneRepeat Hook Twice