Dashing (Reasons) Lyrics
| Song | Dashing (Reasons) |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | Iron Flag |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Grice, Hunter | |
| 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 [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 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 | |
| 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] |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Grice, Hunter | |
| 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 Hook: Inspectah Deck singing | |
| I was Dashing through the hood | |
| Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray | |
| Leavin' skid marks on fiveoh, smokin' all the way | |
| Hahaha! With my allstar 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 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Grice, Hunter | |
| 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 Hook: Inspectah Deck singing | |
| I was Dashing through the hood | |
| Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray | |
| Leavin' skid marks on fiveoh, smokin' all the way | |
| Hahaha! With my allstar 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 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 | |
| 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 |
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