Wu-Wear: The Garment Renaissance

Lyrics

[Hook: Method Man] Ain't what you want, baby It's what you need, baby It's not what you want, baby It's what you neeeeeeeed [Verse 1: RZA] Yo, diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles, nickel-plated pistols Official Wu-Wear covers my physical Insulated, thermal, I love the green and cocos but solos Photographic prototype, static-free motivated soldier All Wu say bolder, head flow-er You can detect the true and living God from his aura Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate And drunk grape concentrate with sodium benzoate Fried the chicken thighs in triglycerides And his bitch advertised her breast size 85 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 wearin' Benetton Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica,or Liz Claiborne Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and Lee 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 [Hook: Method Man] Ain't what you want, baby It's what you need, baby Ain't what you want [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Pelle egghead, the top dresser One man catalog, the London Fog casual hog Bear denim with the Cash Rule NIKE and Kangol king Everyday DLO jacket equipped with the drawstring FILA supply, big daddy Starter hat The brown-skin derby match the Tommy Hill, Advil Double button Woolrich, 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, Cappa fleece wear One wear plaza, Donna hold the best of all wear Plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's goin' on? It's the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear [Hook: 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 [Bridge: Method Man] Just hold your own baby And just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind Feelin' fine, darling Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it goes Just hold your own baby And just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind Feelin' fine, darling Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it goes