Dashing (reasons) Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's 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 

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 Nixon times 

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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 natty dread 

Photos 

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've 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 

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