Raekwon feat. American Cream Team Raw Lyrics

Immobilarity Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Yae Yo
  • 3 Casablanca
  • 4 100 Rounds
  • 5 Real Life
  • 6 Power
  • 7 Skit Nº1
  • 8 All I Got Is You, Part II
  • 9 Jury
  • 10 Fuck Them
  • 11 Skit Nº2
  • 12 Live From New York
  • 13 My Favorite Dred
  • 14 Friday
  • 15 The Table
  • 16 Sneakers
  • 17 Raw
  • 18 Pop Shit
  • 19 Heart to Heart
  • 20 Forecast
  • 21 Outro
  • [Chorus:]
    Yes, the **** is raw, comin' at ya door
    Yes, the **** is raw, comin' at ya door
    Yes, the **** is raw, comin' at ya door
    Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

    Nine hundred 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
    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

    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 why'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 **** 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 want to be
    No talk, Giant Size in the game
    Colt forty five, appliance in the game
    Tyra's in the game, huh?
    Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change

    [Chorus: Repeat 2X]

    2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that *** kid
    Light skin, what up? Stop splashin'
    Slang got *****s 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

    The squelli I'm for in the six range things
    Make the loyalist cats, Flipmode do strange things
    Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers
    Stay phat in it

    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 *****es with Banky like, "You handsome"
    Flyin' to the hills, to **** in the mansion
    Only one way you spendin' the night in here tonight
    *singing* If your head is right

    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 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: Repeat 3X]

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