Dollaz & Sense feat. Pharoahe Monch, RZA
Yeah, yo, Zig-Zag-Zig-Zig, uh
Zig-Zag-Zig, yeah, uh
Oh man, this is very scary
Bza-Bza-Bza-Bobby not the ordinary
You won't hear that old shit
Yo, turn the beat up a little bit just so I can tell 'em what I've been trynna tell 'em
You got me?
Oh, man, Joe
Like Toney Starks said, we throw yo ass in the Cobra Clutch
Your man watch as your whole leg open up
Sober up, baby, it's the Bob Digi
We throw darts in the air that flow like a frisbee
My niggas frostbitten, glass staying crispy
Love my wiz, but ya dud nigga miss me
I'm bionic, my chronic drowned in Digi juice
My fist fast as Bruce, you better call a truce
No excuse, the black man must stand up
Time to make the Wu sign, throw both of your hands up
You see me in a Maserati, Gran Turismo
Up in the club, my beat got my sub than Quizno
Mama, just the business, I'mma get this
Keep the ten digits, fuck that, before I quit this
Walk in the prints of a Prince
If it don't make dollars, nigga, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
No, no, yeah, it don't make sense
Shake it out (shake it out)
Pharoahe Monch in your area
I see dead people when I spit with my sixth sense
My sixteen with six sentences that make sense
Which means I inflict pain that's intense
I got brains backstage, I've been rhyming sick since
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rocks
And rolls, found your roads, til I die
Toss French Francs, Dutch mark to the sky
Machines is black, my voice is fried
Rock and 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 dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Dog, it needs to make sense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
No, no, yeah, it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
Yeah, oh
Zig-Zag-Zig, yeah, uh
Oh man, this is very scary
Bza-Bza-Bza-Bobby not the ordinary
You won't hear that old shit
Yo, turn the beat up a little bit just so I can tell 'em what I've been trynna tell 'em
You got me?
Oh, man, Joe
Like Toney Starks said, we throw yo ass in the Cobra Clutch
Your man watch as your whole leg open up
Sober up, baby, it's the Bob Digi
We throw darts in the air that flow like a frisbee
My niggas frostbitten, glass staying crispy
Love my wiz, but ya dud nigga miss me
I'm bionic, my chronic drowned in Digi juice
My fist fast as Bruce, you better call a truce
No excuse, the black man must stand up
Time to make the Wu sign, throw both of your hands up
You see me in a Maserati, Gran Turismo
Up in the club, my beat got my sub than Quizno
Mama, just the business, I'mma get this
Keep the ten digits, fuck that, before I quit this
Walk in the prints of a Prince
If it don't make dollars, nigga, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
No, no, yeah, it don't make sense
Shake it out (shake it out)
Pharoahe Monch in your area
I see dead people when I spit with my sixth sense
My sixteen with six sentences that make sense
Which means I inflict pain that's intense
I got brains backstage, I've been rhyming sick since
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rocks
And rolls, found your roads, til I die
Toss French Francs, Dutch mark to the sky
Machines is black, my voice is fried
Rock and 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 dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Dog, it needs to make sense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
No, no, yeah, it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
Yeah, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Troy Jamerson, Patrick Carney, Daniel Auerbach
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Other Album Tracks
- On The Vista feat. Mos Def
- Hard Times feat. NOE
- Dollaz & Sense feat. Pharoahe Monch, RZA
- Why Can't I Forget Him feat. Nicole Wray
- Stay Off The Fuckin' Flowers feat. Raekwon
- Ain't Nothing Like You [Hoochie Coo] feat. Jim Jones, Mos Def
- Hope You're Happy feat. Billy Danze, Nicole Wray, Q-Tip
- Tellin' Me Things feat. RZA
- What You Do To Me feat. Billy Danze, Jim Jones, Nicole Wray
- Done Did It feat. Nicole Wray, NOE
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