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Raekwon
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Raw
Lyricist:Thadeus Birkett, N Bowens, Keith Raymond Crier, V Harris, Herb Lane, Emanuel Raheim Leblanc, Bruce Mayfield, Paul Service, Corey Woods
Yo Young Blood, aiyo yeah Break down, stay in town, get down, [Incomprehensible]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Start to scream out loud, cream team's back for more
900 dollars on the glass table, wally Clark Gable unable Blow it on a gray goose, picture that, elephant skin Cardier glasses dim, what's that? Gold around the rim Hollywoodizin', without goin' Hollywood Polly for all, cream team playas in the hood
Stop that scrutinizin', naturize See my paper rise, promotin' it at Lakeshore Drive Trickin' at the shark bar, God Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah Rare start grappin' the hair, playin' Cuban Linx Spinnin' like the swivel chair, yeah, no question
The peeps flippin', actin' like she wanted me to pipe her And they got you jealous, claimin' that you never liked her Then I found out y'all was too many dykers Now I'm hyper, beggin' you to hook me with a cypher See me in the tunnel and you trouble me Get my dick hard dancin', sippin' my bubbly
Yo, beat me in the head, talkin' 'bout how you got a man And can't get freaky as I wanna be No talk, giant size in the game Colt 45, appliance in the game Tyra's in the game, huh? Relyin' on money to make sure that my environment is changed
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Start to scream out loud, cream team's back for more
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Start to scream out loud, cream team's back for more
2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid Light skin, what up? Stop splashin' Slang got niggas in the choke hold Freakin' their coats, got 64,000 on clothes, yo Wu-wear jackets and hats, relaxin', bets play that Ping-pong champion cats, what? Chantin' out walk myers
Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz With 10,000 in flyers The squellin' I'm for in the six range things Make the loyalest cats, Flipmode do strange things Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers Stay phat in it
Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson Play a brother close to Puff is Branson Ice work, gleamin' I'm catchin' them, glancin' I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em White bitches with Banky like, 'You handsome' Flyin' to the hills to fuck in the mansion Only one way you spendin' the night in here tonight If your head is right
Dance turn into a romance Dance turn into a romance
Get up, get down, move around, cover ground Throw it on the brother now, you swore I had your mother on the ground High rollers that know us
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