Lyrics:
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Youngins makin' keys
a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-T-Raw, I been a dog, so gone let a nigga bone
'Cause I can tell by
Catch me in the kitchen by the stove going nuts
If it's what I think it is then the prices going up
Got a whole bunch of heads yeah they all lines up
protection on me in the game, yeah, Thats Raw
But if you see a crown im a snatch it on God
I didn't want to serve you
But you're sitting at my table
Scratching
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
fucked up, if you love her (say what)
Handcuff, uncuff her (woo)
Big dog, young nigga raw dog (yeah, yeah)
In the mouth, yeah I fucked her (uh huh)
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
rappers in my city n they doing it
Wrong
Rapiture ring the alarm who want war
100 rappers in my city n they doing it
Wrong
A yo I'm real high, I flew by
sinking in your quicksand I gotta leave this mess
Sinking in your quicksand I've gotta leave this mess
You engulfed me raw
Spat out my heart
Feel me
I need milli
There's no better feeling
Then counting and counting up commas
We was down bad
And shit done got raw
So I do this shit for my momma
I'm
under the sun
Rolling green with the Queen
We bow to none, Hails!
We been living like this for a long time
In the backwoods, red wine and raw rhymes
Hip
the plot and we dropping em'
Unstoppable, cocking em', leaving em' dead
When they lay in the land of the raw,
nigga what you seen, what you saw
The nigga 4
on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is see-O-D
Word is bond and bond
By the way you move
I see you’re new to this shit
(The game in my hands) x8
The game in my hands
I got the streets on my back
I’m raising the level
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
on)
And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw
Tell them this the law and we weeded, uh (yeah)
So if it's God you believe in (yeah)
Bob your
on)
And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw
Tell them this the law and we weeded, uh (yeah)
So if it's God you believe in (yeah)
Bob your
Welcome to the game
Just checking in
My left hand cold as my right hand
Handle god, handle all defense
On the rise, born star
Shine and make you
I got different jacks in, like what you need?
Bitch I got it all, the feds tried to lock my nigga
Cause he was selling raw
30 for the p like curry
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then
get the raw, I'ma ball like spaghetti
It's getting hot in here, the block be hot
No not Nelly you can keep the Rari
I'd rather have a Chevy
I don't want
name be on
When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
And that venomous shit is
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