Lyrics

Artist: Mr C.O, Cristyle, Steff
Song Danger sound

Chorus: Put ya hands up, put ya hands down. t-t-t-t-this is that
danger sound, t-t-t-t-this is that danger sound. I got 'em
like, I got em like.

Mr C.O: Put ya hands down, now put ya hands up. Girl what you
saying? lets do the belly yuck yup. Discombobulation
you can tell i'm a mess, mess with me boy and get your
belly up your chect. Sippin' on guiness and my thoughts
kind of stitchy i'm feeling like i'm tipsy, i'm way out my
mizzind. Any puppy wanna chow chow i
blooka-blooka-blaow with the nizzine creative with the flow.
You like my design? you boys on air and i'm more live.
Flow like the ocean like my brain seaside. I "bun bad mind"
boy and i aint "G-5" hey booooy. You better stop with that
flow what is that I am indigo. You know how i g-g-get
dizzown, t-t-t-t-this is that danger sizzound, t-t-t-t-this is that
danger sound.

Chorus: Put ya hands up, put ya hands down. t-t-t-t-this is that
danger sound, t-t-t-t-this is that danger sound. I got 'em
like, I got em like.

Cristyle: It's like d-d-d-d-danger more like a manger "Chris" wha
"Topher" do you really know my name. Cristyle baller
you ready for my game. parllel flows are you ready for the
same, Rapping like the crazy i'm lyrically insane. You will
get clogged just for flowing down my drain. You going
down my lane, you bound to crash. I'm so stiff neck you
can get a whip lash. You don't wan' clash, you'll really
hear the sound. Click-clack-boom mother - get down. Lay
down on the ground, more like sleep. Coke encore i
cheer-a-ki-jeep. Make more cents/sense 'cause niggas
really cheap. Flow so beautiful i rap like beast. Listen from
the east and you could hear me howl. T-t-t-t-this is that
danger sound.

Chorus: Put ya hands up, put ya hands down. t-t-t-t-this is that
danger sound, t-t-t-t-this is that danger sound. I got 'em
like, I got em like.

Steff: I still remain the only one around to fit this crown, to disperse
the danger sound within each verse i growl. I still remain the
only untamed lion in this crowd. One thing for sure, you
never seen a nigga this raw. Before ya step on my clarks
find yaself a spot in the club that's dark, before i Peter park
this thing that i' slingin' from my arm. Full ya up with venom,
consealed in my denims. That's cover by the polo. the hat
match the logo, the brim tucked low though. Anybody ramp
get Da-Bratt like So-So. Hand stay wrapped in some gold
thats loco, always get harrassed 'cause i wrap up some good
dro. Cops could kiss my ass i don't partial for no folk.
but homie you could pass I don't pass up on no smoke.

Chorus: Put ya hands up, put ya hands down. t-t-t-t-this is that
danger sound, t-t-t-t-this is that danger sound. I got 'em
like, I got em like.