[ VERSE 1: Dangerous Dame ]
You want it, why, cause I got it
Pick up the mic on stage and I rock it
With the style that most can`t rock with
A lotta rappers out there can`t top this
Cause I`m different, more than average
Acrobatic, static, man, I never had it
Cause r-e-s-p-e-c-t is in effect
And you`re sure to collect if you come correct
I keep comin, suckers`ll keep runnin
I tell my DJ to hit me on the 1 and
(2-3-4) 5 and 6 and
Stop flirtin, man, and do the mixin
More time for that when I get through with the rap
And makin em clap and snap and pat my back
The style, lyrics and flow is what you lack
That`s why your tracks be soundin so wack
Yo, you`re not good and you let me see
In a lot of little ways you`re tellin me
(Yo yo, exactly what are they tellin you, man?)
You got it, I want it
I want it, you got it
You got it, I want it
I want it, you got it
[ VERSE 2: Dangerous Dame ]
I got it, and when I got it I use it
Keep it up to par and don`t lose it
A lotta raps, more than just one rhyme
A lotta styles, more than just one kind
I got a lot but yo, I`m not steppin
I learn more to add to my collection
To be the best in, one of the best men
Until I`m at that point, I`m not restin
Or rather sleepin, I stay woke
Anyone who tries to break will get broke
Smoke, choke, beat to a pulp
Tied to a rock at the bottom of a boat
Cause when it comes to a punk I flip
Lose my grip and act on the ill tip
And when I have to regain control
There`s nothin left but a body without a soul
Of a sucker, one dumb brother
Who thought he get tough but didn`t know that I was tougher
I could rock but man, he couldn`t rock it
Before he left he said to me
I want it, you got it
You got it, I want it
I want it, you got it
You got it, I want it
[ VERSE 3: Dangerous Dame ]
I got the look, the look for girls to keep lookin
A lot of numbers written in my black book and
I don`t call em all, just a few
So many girls, I don`t know what to do
Is it because of my fame, I like to wonder
Is that the reason that I have so many phone numbers?
Retract, let`s go way back
Where was they at before I started to rap, huh?
They was around, but they wasn`t around me
They just want me for my f-a-m-e
Or my money, maybe my body
Or just because the way I rock the party
I don`t know but man, that`s women
Always in the crowd smilin and grinnin
Waitin for the Dame to look and say hi
They try to catch my eye when I walk by
Or makin passes, whisperin, hisses
Shakin hips and blowin little kisses
But I just turn my head the other way
Until they all just grab me and say
(I got what you want, you got what I want)
