"Raw" lyrics

[Raekwon:]
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming 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 Grey Goose
Picture that, elephant skin
Cartier glasses dim
What's that? Gold around the rim
Hollywoodizing, without going Hollywood
Polly for all, Cream Team players in the hood
Stop that scrutinizing, naturize
See my paper rise, promoting it at Lakeshore Drive
Tricking at the shark bar, God
Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah
Rare start grapping the hair, playing Cuban Linx
Spinning like the swivel chair, yea
No question

[Baby Thad:]
The peeps flipping, acting 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, begging 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, talking '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?
Relying on money, to make sure that my environment change

[Raekwon:]
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming 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 splashing
Slang got niggas in the choke hold
Freaking their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo
Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxing, bets play that
Ping-pong champion cats, what?
Chanting out Walk Myers
Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz
With $10,000 in flyers

[Baby Thad:]
The squelling 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

[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, glancing
I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em
White bitches with Banky like, "You handsome"
Flying to the hills, to fuck in the mansion
Only one way you spending the night in here tonight
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, gift shop, hollas that rock Polos
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

Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, coming at ya door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more