Rza - Do Rae Wu lyrics

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques Do Rae Wu, Do Rae Wu Digi lematina, Digi lematina Ding dong ding, ding dong ding [RZA] Yo The wick is lit, the bombs start to tick, tick, tick Countdown, BZA Bobby 'bout to spit Explode every MC in a four mile radius Still mad with stout like I'm Doctor Octavius Place to brace, I could push on a rival plate The pulse of a Digi stare, make a spiral break Mouth the rhyme, blow his man outside the orbit Who ever thought this thug hip-hop wasn't goin' corporate And gain weight like Chinese put on eight dragon And 'W' on the Flag and and everybody's braggin' Neightborhood wiggin' out cuz the God's livin' out Without biggin' out, Wu-Tang Clan biggin' out Hollywood political wished off, It is Yourz Ready for the next LP to hit stores I got more serious, my smoke be furious My night time walk should be named to Nigerious It crucified you upside down on a wooden cross Shouldn't have doubted the trojan, threw you in a wooden horse Ol' Dirty break these n***as off You be b**hes dumb soft [Chorus w/ RZA] [Interlude: RZA] BOODOODOODOO!!! Yo, yo, yo [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Who want me to show the reels? I do magic spells Children love shootin' guns on devils k** I want a girl that's only too meak to squeal And Wu-Tang keep that sh** concealed Roll with me in the drug mobile f** my b**hes, take it on the wheel Played it all over the world until Wu-Tang secret now revealed O's is k**in' all people for head over heals I'm not a 'ciple with +Little Rascals+ Villians, all attracted to my sh** for man silk repellent I'm not the well-in, white boys can't get with melon I'm sayin' Wu-Tang is supreme to my wife and ho b**hes on tour To make sure, insure, that my wife got paid while I was ditch poor [Chorus] [Outro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Ding dong ding, ding dong ding Ol' Dirty ba*tard squashin' sh** Comin' at ya..