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WU-TANG CLAN : Dashing (Reasons) lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Dashing (Reasons)"

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
The ^!$$% had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on
Oh %#@!, the ^!$$% had a pair of Air Christen Slaters

Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital
Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at ^!$$%z
Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways

$#&@ that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood ^!$$%z
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

With my all-star team, (*##$es 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 natty 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


[Chorus x4: Inspectah Deck]

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 $$#ault
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]

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