Wu-Tang Clan - Dashing (Reasons) lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - Dashing Reasons lyrics]
The nigga had a pair of
Air Olden Polynice's on oh shit
The nigga had a pair
Of Air Christian Slater's
Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital
Rockin' the latest in
Every day comin' at niggas
Rockin' the latest in Ben Stiller-wear
Fuck that, the next big thing
Lay this as Hollywood niggas
Now that's a money thing yo, yo
I was dashing through the hood
Eighteens with the whip smoke gray
Leavin' skid marks on five oh
Smokin' all the way (Ha ha ha)
With my all-star team bitches see our shine
Yo, son, we gotta make that cream
Whether raps or nicks and dimes
They call me Rollie
Watch me poly with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie
Rocked enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi
She popped a wheelie on
The candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy
Philosophical for those who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight
Don't block me
Sippin' on rum, Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me
I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the cream
Whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby
Got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eighths from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari
Ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow
Tryin' to knock me
I'm known to pump ya blood like
The theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate lock ya head
Like a natty dread, then pour myself Calarasi
Professionally trained, I aim for your artery
I give the autographs but
Charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody
You'se a carbon copy
Just started to rock Wally's
Spark the broccoli
Spaz off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat
You're batty bwoy without ya posse seen
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this
Cabby who was a gypsy he stayed tipsy
Said he loved his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept
Heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like
It's twelve on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells
From forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the track
Was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply
Were sent back no tanks, low rank
Soldiers hittin' the heart
Tainted the fabric of an empire
Was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab
With undetermined results
They say the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience go nuts with
Loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed
Ya stiff vibes it was layin' in the zip
Drive from chest five
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
"Your faith in Shaolin is
Courageous you blind
Fool we have our teachings to share
Our joy with the people and there
Too suffer for them as well"
"You have learned your style well"
"Wu Tang Style"
Air Olden Polynice's on oh shit
The nigga had a pair
Of Air Christian Slater's
Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital
Rockin' the latest in
Every day comin' at niggas
Rockin' the latest in Ben Stiller-wear
Fuck that, the next big thing
Lay this as Hollywood niggas
Now that's a money thing yo, yo
I was dashing through the hood
Eighteens with the whip smoke gray
Leavin' skid marks on five oh
Smokin' all the way (Ha ha ha)
With my all-star team bitches see our shine
Yo, son, we gotta make that cream
Whether raps or nicks and dimes
They call me Rollie
Watch me poly with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie
Rocked enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi
She popped a wheelie on
The candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy
Philosophical for those who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight
Don't block me
Sippin' on rum, Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me
I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the cream
Whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby
Got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eighths from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari
Ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow
Tryin' to knock me
I'm known to pump ya blood like
The theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate lock ya head
Like a natty dread, then pour myself Calarasi
Professionally trained, I aim for your artery
I give the autographs but
Charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody
You'se a carbon copy
Just started to rock Wally's
Spark the broccoli
Spaz off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat
You're batty bwoy without ya posse seen
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this
Cabby who was a gypsy he stayed tipsy
Said he loved his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept
Heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like
It's twelve on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells
From forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the track
Was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply
Were sent back no tanks, low rank
Soldiers hittin' the heart
Tainted the fabric of an empire
Was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab
With undetermined results
They say the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience go nuts with
Loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed
Ya stiff vibes it was layin' in the zip
Drive from chest five
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
Come come come, want more
Without, son, give me the reason
"Your faith in Shaolin is
Courageous you blind
Fool we have our teachings to share
Our joy with the people and there
Too suffer for them as well"
"You have learned your style well"
"Wu Tang Style"