Dollaz
Blakroc Lyrics


Jea, Ja
Zip, Zag, Zig, Zing, uh
Zoom, Zag, Zig, uh
Uh, yeah, this is very scary
This is, this is, this is not the very ordinary

Like Tony Starks man we throw your ass in the Cobra Clutch
Your man watch as your whole head opens up
Sober up, niggy, it's the Bob Digi
We throw darts in the air that float like a frisbee
My neck is frostbitten, glass wouldn't teach me
Love my wares but y'all thug niggas miss me
I'm bionic, my chronic draw the Digi-juice
My fist stacks is bruce you better call the jukes
No excuse the black man must stand up
Time to make the Wu sign throw both of y'all hands up
You see me in a Maserati GranTurismo
Up in the club my beat got more sub than Quizno
Mama that's the business I'ma a get this
Give me ten digits
Fuck that before I quit this
Walk in the prise of a purse
If it don't make it dollas, nigga, then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollas, then it don't make sense
No, no, it don't make sense

Shake it out one time

March in here everywhere

I see dead people when I spit with my sixth sense
My sixteens are sick sentences that make sense
Which means they inflict pain that's intense
I got brains backstage I been rhymin' sick since
Sing a song of sixpence
Pockets full of rhyme
The road is I'm known 'til I die
Torches, switchblades, and pockmarked sky
My shades is black my boots is fly
Rock 'n' roll I lose control
Fuck the white ones, The Black Keys got so much soul
While you come off of the bench
If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
Dog, If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
Dog, It needs to make sense
If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
No, no, it don't make sense
If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollas mama don' t make no sense
Yeah

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DANIEL AUERBACH, PATRICK CARNEY, ROBERT DIGGS, TROY JAMERSON

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Comments from YouTube:

heezy123

Finally, a rap album with real instruments and no beat machine! Its a miracle!

brejanator

Love the nice blend of rock and hip hop on this track. It's like rock hop.

Nick Z

The Rza produced all of Wu's albums, starting off with stolen equipment that he set up in his apartment. He made all of the beats, and payed for everything. It's an understatement to say that he "spent days in the studio".

Laura M

The Black Keys and hip hop together? Is this paradise??

playityourway

good rap has a good blues based beat behind it! listen to any wu tang, biggi, early nas etc simple beat and the rapper just carries the song! no bull shit word play like lil waaaaaayne...

weedle weedle

This song needs to be released again !

trossamania

the RZA is a BOSS among bosses and pharoahe is just a master of the flow and a lyrical monster.... what a track.

Timothy-Patrick Maffett

Thats bc RZA and Mos were like some of the few who got to spend days in the studio and tweak the beats and lay down some of their own thoughts into the music. PM and a few others came in just bc they heard what this music was going to be like, got in on it, and laid shit down like the SAME day. This cd is going to be INCREDIBLE!

HaymakerStudios

"Throw yo' ass in the cobra clutch!" As a pro wrestling kind of guy, that line is awesome. This is a great track, this is my kind of Hip Hop.

du0t0ne

i ordered today.... i cant wait for this to roc... rza is great... his guitar fits 100% ! (webisode 4 you can see wich he plays)

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