"Dolemite" lyrics
Wu-Tang & Mathematics Lyrics
(performed by Cappadonna, U-God & Masta Killa)
Yeah, yeah
Right now we in the place to be
Yeah, time to have some fun in this bitch
Ayo, deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Disco ties is the four [?]
Punch and Quincy where the [?]
[?] coke ass life
We don't play with those niggas that foul and trife
We be on the biddy, side burns and chilies
After the town you know we meet at the telly
If they telly don't work, we take it to the roof
This is way, way back when we was wearing the troops
Eyes cosmicized, Colosseum [?]
Gucci all on it, them Mickey Mouse wars
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit (We gon' take 'em back) way before crack
Hit, hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets
Rhyme, rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime
Stop, stop doin' crime, still rockin' in my prime
The way that I throw the shine, up your back, down your spine
Bad, bad, super bad, always first, never last
Swift, swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron bat
Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas
Set fire to your ass, smoke a spliff of grass
Ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'
M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed
Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap
Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap
Second round, second left, in your town, check and trap
Cock the beretta back, where my money at?
Smack off your funny hat, always got the street the job
Lay up in the honey hive, eggs on the sunny side
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit (Yeah) way before crack
Clap your hands everybody (Turn it up, turn in up)
And everybody, clap your hands (Yeah, yo Meth)
All the ladies, clap your hands (Some-somebody)
All the strong man, take a stand (Somebody say ooh)
One two, one two three
Speakers so large cops coming to jam
Tell everybody to leave, but we don't need him
We keep on jamming 'till we hear that shot
That be making the crowds run from off the block
All my homies still fresh, dope forever
Louis Vuitton shit, silks and mad leathers
[?] on the mic
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit way before crack
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody, clap your hands
All the ladies, clap your hands
All the strong man, take a stand
One two, one two three
Look, I'm the magnificent G-O-D
Put your hands in the air like this and follow me
I skip with the Ali's, [?]
To all the ladies in the V.I.P., the henny free
She butter fly, fly lyrics sting like a killer bee
Right hand lean, when I grab the microphone proceed to rock the party
Peace to naughty, by nature
Love the danger, of course I got a wife
Right now we in the place to be
Yeah, time to have some fun in this bitch
Ayo, deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Disco ties is the four [?]
Punch and Quincy where the [?]
[?] coke ass life
We don't play with those niggas that foul and trife
We be on the biddy, side burns and chilies
After the town you know we meet at the telly
If they telly don't work, we take it to the roof
This is way, way back when we was wearing the troops
Eyes cosmicized, Colosseum [?]
Gucci all on it, them Mickey Mouse wars
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit (We gon' take 'em back) way before crack
Hit, hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets
Rhyme, rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime
Stop, stop doin' crime, still rockin' in my prime
The way that I throw the shine, up your back, down your spine
Bad, bad, super bad, always first, never last
Swift, swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron bat
Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas
Set fire to your ass, smoke a spliff of grass
Ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'
M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed
Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap
Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap
Second round, second left, in your town, check and trap
Cock the beretta back, where my money at?
Smack off your funny hat, always got the street the job
Lay up in the honey hive, eggs on the sunny side
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit (Yeah) way before crack
Clap your hands everybody (Turn it up, turn in up)
And everybody, clap your hands (Yeah, yo Meth)
All the ladies, clap your hands (Some-somebody)
All the strong man, take a stand (Somebody say ooh)
One two, one two three
Speakers so large cops coming to jam
Tell everybody to leave, but we don't need him
We keep on jamming 'till we hear that shot
That be making the crowds run from off the block
All my homies still fresh, dope forever
Louis Vuitton shit, silks and mad leathers
[?] on the mic
So what you gonna tell me?
Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit way before crack
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody, clap your hands
All the ladies, clap your hands
All the strong man, take a stand
One two, one two three
Look, I'm the magnificent G-O-D
Put your hands in the air like this and follow me
I skip with the Ali's, [?]
To all the ladies in the V.I.P., the henny free
She butter fly, fly lyrics sting like a killer bee
Right hand lean, when I grab the microphone proceed to rock the party
Peace to naughty, by nature
Love the danger, of course I got a wife
