Raw Lyrics by Raekwon The Chef

Raw Lyrics

    [chorus: raekwon]
    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

    [raekwon]
    900 dollars on the glass table
    Wally clark gable unable
    Blow it on a grey 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 scrutenizin, 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, yea
    No question

    [baby thad]
    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
    That 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 change

    [chorus 2x]

    [raekwon]
    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

    [baby thad]
    The squellin i'm for in the six range things
    Make the loyaliest cats, flipmode do strange things
    Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers
    Stay phat in it

    [chip banks]
    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
    *singing* if your head is right

    [raekwon]
    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
    Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock polo's
    Here they hold they shoulders, yo
    Lay it like a chain be on, we on cream team
    Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon

    [chorus 3x]

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