Wu-wear: The Garment Renaissance Lyrics

Wu-wear: The Garment Renaissance lyrics

Intro: Method Man 
 
Ain't what you want baby 
It's what you need baby 
Ain't what you want baby 
It's what you neeeeeeeed 
 
Verse One: RZA 
 
Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles 
nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical 
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos 
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier 
Or Wu say boulder head flower 
You can detect the true and living God from the scorer 
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight 
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate 
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate 
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides 
And this bit*h advertised her breast size 
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes 
Then he became highly civilized 
and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance 
and stopped wearing Benetton 
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne 
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted 
Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted 
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers 
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others 
For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear 
 
Chorus: Method Man 
 
Ain't what you want baby 
It's what you need baby 
Ain't what you waaaaaant 
 
Verse Two: Cappadonna 
 
Pele egg-head the top dresser 
One man catalog the London Fog casual hog 
Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king 
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring 
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby 
master Tommy Hil Advil 
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck 
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine 
In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's 
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn 
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear 
One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear 
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on 
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear 
 
Verse Three: Method Man 
 
Ain't what you want baby 
It's what you need baby 
Just come see me 
satisfaction guaranteed baby 
Just hold your own baby 
and just rock on baby 
I got this wine on my mind 
feelin fine darlin 
Now all you see baby 
ain't what you need baby 
I wanna know just how low 
it goes 
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses 
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece 
Hard time and killer tactics 
 
Just hold your own baby 
Now just rock on baby 
I got this wine on my mind 
feelin fine darlin 
Now all you see baby 
Ain't what you need baby 
I wanna know just how low 
it go 
 
Just hold your own baby 
Now just rock on baby 
I got this wine on my mind 
feelin fine darlin 
Now all you see baby 
Ain't what you need baby 
I wanna know, how low, it go