Raw Lyrics

Raw lyrics

f/ Baby Thad, Chip Banks (American Cream Team)



[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]