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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Greg Garman
Greg Garman
Drums
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Vocals
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Danny Murillo
Danny Murillo
Vocals
Funny Man
Funny Man
Vocals
J-Dog
J-Dog
Vocals
Jack Terrell
Jack Terrell
Speaker
Johnny 3 Tears
Johnny 3 Tears
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Composer
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollywood Undead
Hollywood Undead
Producer
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Producer
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby Hitting the stick, I'll bust on anyone sus 'Cause it's 1-8-7 if you ain't one of us Rough, rough and rugged, the gold AK gunning I was born to die, so what, baby, you love it? When you sing along to this song 'cause I knew that you would Yeah, you know you're dead wrong and you're misunderstood You better tell your little cousin 'cause he's from the wrong hood I wish a motherfucker would So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby Rip shit and kick, bumping bass out the audio Kamikaze killer, chief in Geronimo Órale, chicas, welcome to mi barrio Funny Man, soy el sicario I don't need to rob you, I'm already rich I don't love these hoes, I don't need your bitch Roll the dice, 4-5-6 Peligroso, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby There's no way that you could burn the coldest one in the game And all these fucking dick-riders need to stay in their lane If I'm a dick, then you're a pussy, yeah, you know it's a shame And I'm bringing the pain as I'm smashing on lames Got the game in a chokehold, nose caked with the coco Soco in the solo; Charlie, you estoy loco Screaming out, "Fuck the popo", killing beers like I'm Stone Cold All you clowns is so bozo, fuck with me, that's a no-no So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby I came from the gutter, so get mad, motherfucker Gimme tres kilos coca if you wanna talk numbers, brother Earned a few plaques and stacked too many racks To listen to you fake fucking bitches spitting facts This is where the party's at, if you wanna see a body bag Face up in the Pacific, Venice to be specific Bitches get they whole body laced like Mobb Deep It's a green light on all you fucking sheep So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby So dangerous, dangerous So dangerous, dangerous, baby So dangerous, dangerous
Writer(s): Erik Ron, Daniel Murillo, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, George Arthur Ragan, Jorel Decker, Dylan Peter Alvarez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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