Dashing (Reasons) Songtext / Lyric

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



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'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