Wu-Tang Clan - Dashing (Reasons) Lyrics

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The nigga had a pair of old air impalenisias on

Oh shit the nigga had a pair of air christen slater's

Rebel i slay the max it's really digital

Rockin' the latest in every day comin' at niggaz

Rockin' the latest in ben stillaways

Fuck that the next big thing lay this as hollywood niggaz

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

Hahaha

With my all-star team bitches see our shine

Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or nixon times

They call me rollie watch me polly 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

Sippin' on lime 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 eights 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

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I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to rocky

Kamikaze might karate chop ya head like a naughty

Dread then call myself collar ratsi

Professionally trained i am for your artery

I give the autographs but charge for photography

Not hardly kid you awkward god body

You'se a carbon copy just started to rock wallys

Spark the broccoli spaz off this ghetto opery

Or catch the hot seat you're bawty boy without ya posse

Seen

Come come come

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

Come come come

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

Come come come

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

Come come come

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

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 heart of an empire was torn apart

Brought to a halt from a front full assault

The chemist left the lab with undetermined results

They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts

The audience threw 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

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

Come come come

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

Come come come

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

Come come come

One for the dough son

Give me the reasons

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