Lyrics:
Burns
This is not drip, this a running faucet
Choker on me so tight imma need the fucking Heimlich
Big body Benz, yeah, I just wanna drive her
But if she won't let me get behind it I won't even fight her nah
Do you know how many bad bitches eye me
It's a flex just for you to wake up right beside me
Never fold up you niggas more like origami
I was born to be a king it's in my veins like Bronny
I treat these hoes just like Nino Brown
I walk around with the swagger of a D'Lo Brown
I'm nightin pawns so these niggas never see no crown
I'm Val Kilmer every single time the heat on now
My niggas keep that iron on 'em just like Robert Downey
Just in case any these opps come around
Don't keep no squares in my circle
You can't even reach a nigga unless you part of the fam
Yeah I run this shit just like Larry Legend
Step up in the game and ask them niggas who playing for second
Don't shake hands with these niggas 'less I keep that antiseptic
Cause niggas be jealous when they see you flexing in Margielas
She got a man but she come through when I text her
Cause she know which one of us gone get her wetter
Yeah she know I do it better
Yeah I just do it better
I got so much time I can't get back
I could flip the script the way you act
If you can't take me serious don't say I didn't warn you the next time you feeling curious
Time is Money I got value why you splurging on me
Non refundable it's final yeah it's urgent homie
Verse 1:
cye You on the clock take a pick what is it
Is that your final decision speak now or forever hold your piece before you get benched
TikTok times up took that test with no makeups
Say that cookie gone crumble well I'm at my best in these breakups
Certain words without the certain verbs don't mean a thing but they utter my nerves
This is just way too predictable shawty I'm feeling the need for a swerve
I took a glass slipper and I tried to fit it where it didn't belong
Now I'm just smashing pumpkins trying to rock while I'm writing a song
Ima a true sucker for love no doubt about it but I'm chilling on candy
I need a girl who would wanna be down I'm talking a regular brandy
Until then I'm cool for now
Grown man biz running the town
You dealing with the real deal now better recognize I got attitude D'Lo Brown
Verse 2:
If I save time I save money I save money I gain worth
In lame terms I got options it's plenty here on this earth
I'm living like usps return this to sender cuz I'm a priority
How's that for being assertive I'm finally clicking on my own authority
First time I said never again fool me once an that's shame on you
Next time now it's getting repetitive fool me twice an that's dejavu
I only wish that I could've been better equipped with guarding the heart
I'm Humbly being a jerk pretending like I'm in the sea with the sharks
The way I been feeling I wanna play villain
But I ain't too keen on it though
They know Ima nice guy deep down but you brought the beast to the floor
I'm a advance to the next round cuz shawty eliminated from contention
We can be cool off the court but it's game time so it got my attention
produced by KE on The Track
Written by Dwayne ""Hi-Lite Real"" Dickey
She asked me what im living for
She wanna die young like the kids next door
Wrestling demons D-Lo Brown
I Cant put my reefer down
Cut that lil' hoe off No i dont need her now
Cut that lil' hoe off No i dont need her now
Cut that lil' hoe off No i dont need her now
Im dope as fuck like i cant put my needle down
Cut that lil' hoe off No i dont need her now
Still can pull up at anytime come threw and beat it down
Cut that lil' hoe off No i dont need her now
Cut that lil' hoe off No i dont need her now
She used to be a pretty bitch but she a eater now
Giving in
To political criminals inhaling chemicals
Barely presentable, spitting one syllables (dawg), the road to bigger fish
To fry in the kitchen, at your door is Jehovah's Witnesses
This a classic in the making
Break the plastic, get to shaking
Like Seizures from the strobe light
A fairy tale like Snow White
Once Upon A Time in the DMI
Was a bitch named, nah that is TMI
If I hit you on Tinder with a wink and a smile
Yeah, your bio better have your BMI
GetchaTreFixx like the t-shirt or a feature or A Migos Song
I bet you text back SMH, bitch I am D'Lo Brown
We go long, we go long, wide receiver a diva like Tinashe or Nia Long
Prolly get my ass beat by her security but at least she would know I'm Nasty, Word
I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you
I just wanna tell you I'm that shit
Sitting in the backseat, listening to Backstreet
Quit playing games, This another smash hit
I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you
I just wanna tell you I'm that shit
I said I'm that shit, yeah
I don't like to brag, JKing, yeah I do
I'm with a bitch so bad, she don't fuck around with you
You a bitch, so sad, it's like the last scene from Rue
The shit tragic if you asking for the truth
No lacking, show action for the proof
No traction so I crash into the booth
Full speed ahead with a pedal full of lead
Coming for the throne, you better off playing dead
If you playing in my lane, then I'm aiming for the head
I might be on Atkins, got a craving for the bread
Shits crazy, now I'm laying in a bed full of dreams
Patiently praying for the cream
It'll come when I get it, spinners for the fidget
I'll fuck around and turn your depot to a divot
I always keep one foot planted for the pivot
And still somehow I'm running circles til I'm winded boy
I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you
I just wanna tell you I'm that shit
Sitting in the backseat, listening to Backstreet
Quit playing games, This another smash hit
I just wanna tell you, I just wanna tell you
I just wanna tell you I'm that shit
I said I'm that shit, yeah
I done told you, but listen, let me tell again
I am that shit you are smellin' when there's hella wind
I can ride my bike with no handlebars, pedaling
I just wanna tell you to tell a friend
What can I say?
and some
Robbing your, ears with this Anthem, stick your hands up, make some noise
Gotta be deaf and numb, only way you're not feeling it
My instinct, with my ink stick, that's my instrument
And I'm flicking it, kaisho, strokes different
Calligraphy, epiphany telling me scripture's sick
You hear the flow, from depths within, the penmanship
Jury acquitting kids, like Zimmerman, ridiculous
Tell 'em from your lungs that you had enough
They say there's no justice there's just us
They don't want me to put these black gloves on
Black panther not murderer in case you judged wrong
Mark Dugan, like it's nothing
We riot in your name, light a flame this is The Anthem
Don't let the baby face fool you, I've got a screw loose
You make the kinda music I snooze to
You get a couple digits on YouTube and get gassed
But never touch the bitches you move to or get smashed
Close to the end like a shift on a Thursday
Still draw your chick on my worst day
Couldn't own a bit of my wordplay, your style is too basic
Face it, you make tracks for the A-list but don't playlist
Fake shit, make shift, bait chicks
Thinking you're a phoenix, can never keep that flame lit
Hit 'em with the penis and now she's going ape shit
Nigga I'm a genius, and different from these bait pricks
You're an epic fail, fuck a record sale
Your chicks on her knees, my dick's raised like it's read in braille
Your set is stale, oh f'ing hell
I hope you get f'd in jail, nigga
I gotta go battle, 'cos I couldn't think of a concept
Go raggo like, fuck the nonsense
Beyond strength, Aretha Franklin, kill them softly
BattleAxe, get them stabbed in half like King Joffrey
Can't stop this, like Rain when it's after dark
With your wife, she's topless like she Ned Stark
When we did the damn thing, I don't even know her name
Jane Doe got the crows, flocking to bone like Jon Snow
But this ain't the Game of Thrones
You dun know, different show, music reflect different colours like kaleidoscopes
A wiley folk, the flow I got, it got me cruising
Try to stop the wave, you're gonna see that you're fishing for a bruising
Chumps step up to get beat down
It's all loss, get ta' petrified, you'd better recognise, I'm D-Lo Brown
Your Drozdov, 2 bars and you're dead, remain calm or you're dead
Put these rappers to sleep like there's two arms on your head, Skillit
I move smooth but i ain't no criminal
I make my own rules my income residual
They copy my moves but i'm the original
Don't fuck up my mood cause it can get critical
All this gas in my lungs I ain't passing no physical
You niggas my sons I just cut the umbilical
Get ya bitch cuz she sprung the dick make her feel whimsical
I ignore her for fun she keep posting subliminals
I come i see i conquer
Tennis chain chokers like ima rocker
Proud of myself like my first name was Oscar
Give her this dick and she singing no opera
I wear my own brand they be calling me drippy
Roll up some grams and i smoke like hippie
Everybody wanna be the rock
But most of you niggas dlo browns
All eyes on me like Pac
Hit my plug tell him bring another ounce look
Her ex was a clown but mellow don't play that
Turn this impala to a brand new black mayback
And boy that's your girl I suggest that you say that
Cause once my girl gets her there won't be no take backs
She want me beat it like mike
While her face just buried in the pussy
She using her personal days at work
Just to get a little piece of me
And i do this shit so easily yeah
Make sure my family eat ooh
Don't take my kindness for weak
You can end up w y face on a tee
I move smooth but i ain't no criminal
I make my own rules my income residual
They copy my moves but i'm the original
Don't fuck up my mood cause it can get critical
All this gas in my lungs I ain't passing no physical
You niggas my sons I just cut the umbilical
Get ya bitch cuz she sprung the dick make her feel whimsical
I ignore her for fun she keep posting subliminals
Her ex was a clown but Mellow don't play that
Turn this impala to a brand new black mayback
And boy that's your girl I suggest that you say that
Cause once my girl gets her there won't be no take backs
Flow Schizophrenic, Shit gets horrendous
Eccentric personality, My dopamine tremendous
Chemical imbalance
Like no balance on a manual Swerving In a 90 sumthin that's bimanual
Expensive foreign cooked animals on my plate
Feeling like d lo brown with the chest plate
Untouchable, feeling above another level
But yet stoop down just buck down these devils
Prodigy and Pac state of mind paranoia
Reaching to the top reaching higher than sequoia
Macking with Latoya eating Cajun in the Nola
Bordeaux red wine with Gorgonzola
Stranded, on the dark side of the moon
Brain damage and eclipse mellowed out the room
I be breaking shit down, turbo with the broom
Knight rider car press turbo then I zoom Nigga
Y'all Peep the style
(Style)
Even if you scope my silhouette can't see me from a mile nigga
Y'all Peep the style
(Style)
Even If you try to catch up it'll take a while my nigga
If you peep the style
Throw y'all hands up Vibe with me, wild out my niggas
Hating on the style
(Style)
Then congratulations cause you officially a fuck nigga
In The rap game tryna get deep within
Blow up then disappear, can't trace where I been
Calculated Moves Hidden from snakes of sin
La familia plays Chess moves to win
Verse Burn like 190 proof strength of a gin
Rappers tracks dry as gin, thrown in the bin
Living between two realities in actuality
I be switching accents, can't guess my nationality
I'm the new advent of rappers
Mind of a hustler but never been a trapper
Thick Foreign model broad with the booty clapper
Dress in dapper dan Gucci covered like wrapper
Knowledge be the key, elevating up the ladder
Cant box with god, y'all got arms of a raptor
Crown meditating sculpting up my brain matter
Entrance stone cold Steve Austin glass shatters
Y'all Peep the style
(Style)
Even if you scope my silhouette can't see us from a mile nigga
Y'all Peep the style
(Style)
Even If you try to catch up it'll take a while nigga
If you peep the style
Throw y'all hands up, vibe with me, wild out my niggas
Hating on the style
(Style)
Then congratulations cause you officially a fuck nigga
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes, well, I almost fell for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her, and she at me
Well, that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
Except for Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'd left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said, "Little boy, I'm gonna make you a man"
Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am, and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes, well, I almost fell for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her, and she at me
Well, that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
Except for Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'd left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said, "Little boy, I'm gonna make you a man"
Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am, and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Worldwide (all around the word), ayy, ayy
Now we're international, so international (oh, yeah)
International (woo) so international
You can't catch me boy (can't catch me boy)
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don't test me boy (don't test me boy) 'cause I rap with the best
Fo' sho 305 to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat (oh, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (girl it's), it's international love (international)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love
I don't play football
But I've touched down everywhere (everywhere?)
Worldwide (all around the word), ayy, ayy
Now we're international, so international (oh, yeah)
International (woo) so international
You can't catch me boy (can't catch me boy)
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don't test me boy (don't test me boy) 'cause I rap with the best
Fo' sho 305 to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat (oh, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (girl it's), it's international love (international)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love
I don't play football
But I've touched down everywhere (everywhere?)
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
Well, I almost fell for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her, and she at me
Well, that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
Except for Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'd left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
She said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man"
Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
Well, I almost fell for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her, and she at me
Well, that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
Except for Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'd left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
She said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man"
Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Where the bitches?
Every real nigga know the difference
Bandana brown like the dope daddy shootin' in the kitchen
Real Norfside nigga, never went to Poly, Wilson or Cabrillo
Cocaine color of a creole
T-scrap movin' for the d-lo, what he know?
man’s gonna see smoke
Don’t care if she’s white brown like D-lo
Don’t care she came down to the S.E code
Oh yeah she don’t need to get emoshe
Holla at Taish cap with the knee bro
Please don’t it’s both of ours like Deebo
I ain’t in for the glamour
I’ll turn up at your city like Vegeta & Nappa
Left eye scouter right eye look
You don’t wanna fight guy shook
Thought it was something outta sci fi
I ain’t never been a dickhead
Don’t get it misread or misconstrued
Or get a boot to your big head
I’m all about violence
From a young age teachers in my face
And i tried to be silent
Swaishe
Baishe Kings
London
Man I aint in the mood
A monday morning I'm yawning
I'm getting out of my bed
I hear my pockets are calling
And now I'm shaking my head
Got some ish on my mind
Will I really survive without my nine to the five
I need a piece of your pie
I'm here to step on your toe
While some will call it a hobby I put it all in the flow
Why would I put on a show
Pretend this isn't for me
Man I keep on doing myself you wasn't killing my dream
You see this rapping a balance
But can you make it with talent
Or are you playing a character
Just to get in the barrier
While you're surfing a wave
I'm out here making my lane
You see it go into flames
The day you sell it away you go
You collabing with vindi I drop a thought with this penny
Give him the mic and this henny like giving rambo the semi
The automatic I flash it which one of you wanna have it
What was you saying you playing
Oh no you're being so passive
I had enough of your gassage you in the mood well I wasn't
Instead of giving a finger I'm bout to flip you a dozen
I know you're mean with that mugging
I heard your bringing your cousin
You say you're taking me out without a Paddy you're bugging
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
We know your girl yea she go down
And been rocking her head you know the D Lo Brown wow
My bro how can you trust that
Man we all left it on her back like a ruck sack
So blasphemous
Man I wish I could defend now Park a bus
Ya can't walk with us but am I up myself
Go practise safe sex and go yourself you know
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I been cynical timing so critical
Man I had a flow since leaving the umbilical
Next who man I rather be the first one
Never been road so no i don't burst guns
My pen to work is how I pay dues
Oh you going bar for bar I'm gonna slay you
In the mood man you know i gotta stand
It's all indie man have no handcuffs
Your girl is on me how I can prove that
You know she sent me a nude is that a boob trap
What's stronger now is not killing you
Cruel to be kind I kill them with the chivalry
Oh he's fallen off well its all nonsense
Always had the bars so now I bring content
Will I appeal to the masses
Only guarantee in life are your death and taxes
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
And everybody had Roxanne
Except you-know-who
I want an Angie, a Mandy, a Candy-O
A devil in a dress of blue
A Rosanna, Diana, a sweet Caroline
I'd even take a Run-Around Sue
Well I'd take any ol' Suzy Q
I got no reason to be picky
She can be a Goody-Goody-Two-Shoes
Or she can be my Darling Nikki
Oh, Brandy would be such a fine girl
And so would the sweet Judy Blue
I guess I sound just like that other fella
'Cause you know I wish I had Jessie's girl too
Oh yeah, all right
Well, I'd die for a kiss from Allison
Even though I know she'd break my heart
Or give me a Lo-lo-lo-lola
Minus the extra part
I want an Angie, a Mandy, a Candy-O
A devil in a dress of blue
A Rosanna, Diana, a sweet Caroline
I'd even take a Run-Around Sue
You know I'd even take a Run-Around Sue
Well, I'd even take a Run-Around Sue
Oh yeah, all right
Intro: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed
Verse One: RZA
Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or Wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the scorer
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides
And this bitch advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
and stopped wearing Benetton
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted
Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear
Chorus: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant
Verse Two: Cappadonna
Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the London Fog casual hog
Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear
Verse Three: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Just come see me
satisfaction guaranteed baby
Just hold your own baby
and just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it go
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know, how low, it go
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
I’m live from the essence of Coney Island in the summertime
Brooklyn steez swagging with fine dialect to a loving dime
Raised off a pimp foundation I ain’t the sucker kind
Reputation perceives itself I stay with something fine
I’m the embodiment of the allure of the hustler on the corner
With aura of the warrior who’s a people supporter
Before Shyne was caught up with the border I was taught the proper the order
Know the ledge and have at least a little Juice like Kortah Watuh
Uh uh uh you know my steelo
Chiller than forty below cooler than Carlito
Bluffing it with the reload representing the G-Code
Brown boss like Nino, always keep it a kilo
While the tricksters flip it and switch up playing Loki
I’m just a brother from another planet that’s moving Lowkey
Bearing good energy and the nature of respect like Yogi
I’m solo litness bringing the smoke like a Stogie
To those who underhanded like the frog-splash from D’Lo
Cause my purpose is to pass the knowledge as a Griot
Knowing the message as a black male and what it be though
They watch my every move to box me cause they P.O.
Go ahead, throw it in the pot I bet it's raw,
Pero ten cuidado con un tumbe porque se lo llevan todo
Llama al babalaow preguntale por un depojo
Pero tu no puedes con los lobos
Everything that I do, do,
Everything that I say, say,
Everywhere that I go I let 'em know hey I'm from the County of Dade!
Go ahead, throw it in the pot I bet it's raw,
Pero ten cuidado con un tumbe porque se lo llevan todo
Llama al babalaow preguntale por un depojo
Pero tu no puedes con los lobos
Everything that I do, do,
Everything that I say, say,
Everywhere that I go I let 'em know hey I'm from the County of Dade!
[Intro: Method Man]
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed
[Verse One: RZA]
Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
Nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or Wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the scorer
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides
And this b**** advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
And spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
And stopped wearing Benetton
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Bla** and leave fitted
Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear
[Chorus: Method Man]
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant
[Verse Two: Cappadonna]
Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the London Fog casual hog
Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby
Master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear
Plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear
[Verse Three: Method Man]
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Just come see me
Satisfaction guaranteed baby
Just hold your own baby
And just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I want to know just how low
It goes
Official nasty a**es, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I want to know just how low
It go
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I want to know, how low, it go
Intro: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed
Verse One: RZA
Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or Wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the scorer
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides
And this bitch advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
and stopped wearing Benetton
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted
Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear
Chorus: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant
Verse Two: Cappadonna
Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the London Fog casual hog
Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear
Verse Three: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Just come see me
satisfaction guaranteed baby
Just hold your own baby
and just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it go
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know, how low, it go
I met her in a club down in Old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
See-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, Lola
L-o-l-a Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola L-o-l-a Lola
And I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
Lola L-o-l-a Lola la-la-la-la Lola
We drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said, "little boy, won't you come home with me"
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes I almost fell for my Lola
L-o-l-a Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola L-o-l-a Lola la-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me
Well, that's the way that I wanted to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-la Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shooked up world except for Lola
Lo-la la-la-la-la Lola
Well, I left home just a week ago
And I'd never kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said little boy I'm gonna make you a man
Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am, I'm glad I'm man
And so is Lola
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