Dashing (reasons) lyrics

Artist  : Wu tang clan 
Song : Dashing (reasons)
 

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
The nigga had a pair of old Air Impalenisias on
Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen
Slaters
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

[Hook: Inspectah Deck *singing*]
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

[Inspectah Deck]
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
 
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 Godbody
You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the brocolli, spaz off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without
ya posse
Seen..

[Chorus x4: Inspectah Deck]
Come, come, come
One for the dough, son
Give me the reasons

[GZA]
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

[Chorus x4]