| 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]
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