Blu - Doowhop lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] Yo, ah, spokes, spinning gold, hunnerds folding Hunnerd folds, rocking golds, stunting That some swolle' hunnerds Like they wasn't though, push that other though Summer zone, stuck on a stone Rubbing the rabbits foot, fattened by that fish Fathom Full as f**, like a Woolly and a phantom In its mammoth mouth Mix the fly fragrance with the Jasmine Feeling pa**ionate, pa**ing by Pappy's In a Caddy frog, big-body Buick banging Dilla Dog Lost in the thorns, almost cost him his arm Super scrolls off the block with the charm Blew his nose on a cloth made of yarn Cool collected and calm Should have been [?] Long nights had you looking at dawns Could he be wrong? And the energy Feeling like the moon and me was meant to be Left the day jealous like the sun doesn't visit him You kidding me B? I'm where that chemistry peaks Between wind and water, rich off calligraphy leaves Written like... [Verse 2: k**er Ben] Welcome to the Terrordome Gold herringbone flow Shell-toe Geronimo, domino bro' Magical, moment of zoning Dollar rate, scholar slate You can't tolerate with, what I consolidate You f**ing with me, that's a myth that I just dominate The d**h Star shade of black Barricade, bury your bus Fade your area with various thrusts The most dangerous, dangling diamond Foreign languages hang with us, bang with us Clap up your halo, sprinkle the angel dust Solid stone, polished chrome Saturday night special, I came to bless you Unless you wanna get into some gangster Do the math, I'm something Middle-Eastern I'm a iron sk**et, with hot grease, popping pieces Rocking my sneakers on top of speakers Cop a feature, and stop leaching My dialog, dietary law requires for you to just Go and jump off the deep end [Verse 3: Planet Asia] My crisis, robbed twice The Stock Market talking crisis I'm not a Pisces, I keep Aquarius advisors The nicest, burning the baggy tops off the cyphers No need to test the vest There's no scales weighing these mices Iron Flag fortune, brown bag, fortieth lunches Y'all n***as lunching, like roasted ducks posted in ovens I am flag money in the glad bag Stretching ironclad, iron bag mic-jack low Flashing the pistol, spazz Green Cee-Lo, Elohim, cream Emo I reload, throw Cee-Lo, hear, see no evil Cobain credo, elope the Pope smoke his meat loaf Bury the weed toast We under siege, bleed East-Coast And shorty deepthroat, be on her knees Green Peacoat