Raw

Lyrics

[Chorus: Raekwon] Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more [Verse 1: Raekwon] $900 on the glass table Wally Clark Gable unable, blow it on a Grey Goose Picture that, elephant skin, Cartier glasses dim What's that? Gold around the rim Hollywoodizin, without going Hollywood Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood Stop that scrutenizin, naturize See my paper rise, promoting 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 grabbing the hair, playin Cuban Linx Spinning like the swivel chair, yea No question [Verse 2: Baby Thad] The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her And they got you jealous, claiming 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 dancing, sipping 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 Tyrants in the game, huh? Relying on money, to make sure that my environment change [Chorus: Raekwon] Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more [Verse 3: Raekwon] 2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid Light skin, what up? Stop splashin Slang got niggas in the chokehold Freaking their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxing, bets play that Ping-pong champion cats, what? Campin' out on Fort Myers Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz With $10,000 in flyers [Verse 4: Baby Thad] The squealing I'm for in the six range things Make the loyalest cats flip mode, do strange things Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers Things of that nature [Verse 5: Chip Banks] Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson Play a brother close to Puff is Branson Ice work, gleaming I'm catching them, glancin' I play 'em no mind, by to bar dancin' White bitches swear Banky like, "You handsome" Flyin through the hills to fuck in the mansion Only one way you spendin' the night in here tonight If your head is right [Bridge: Raekwon] Dance turn into a romance Dance turn into a romance [Verse 6: Raekwon] 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 holders 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: Raekwon] Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your 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