Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww (with your MC at the epicenter) Oooh baby I like it raw (sup boo? sup? sup baby?) Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw (it's E 40 man) Yeah baby I like it rawww (sup baby?) Oooh baby I like it raw (I see y'all, I see you whassup y'all) Yeah baby I like it raww (sup?? SUP???)
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yeah shimmy yay Gimme the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah from the home of the Dodger, Brooklyn squad WU-TANG! Killa beez on the swarm Reign on your college-aXX disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go the one killa bee and he ain't for the kill
Verse One: MC Eiht
I'm givin you that funky funky aXX-sXXX (That sXXX) that you gotsa ta fXXX wit So stand back cause I don't hope my funk Threw a bunk on your silly billy aXX and you too soft I'm givin that brain a little tickle I'm thicker than a buXX-lickin indo popsicle (popsicle) Fool you know I'm too cold I leave that ass hangin, hangin like a bXXXX on hold Can suck my DING, you bring like static I shoots like a fXXXXn automatic (automatic) Classy ------- I'm in em I'm deadly like a m---------n snake's, venom So it's on bad cuz these zaggin come around your block And we strapped with the Mac And you get served like a clucker E four oh and the Eiht, down with that dirty moXXXXXXer Geyeah
Interlude: [backwards verse]
The nigga that discovered electricity Yo gimee some of that Hurricane SO!
Verse Two: E-40, Ol Dirty
Cookin y'all on the burner inside a Rolex Clocked, to a fat ass nXXXa clad in black, honk! Might act my color but now E four oh ain't no dummy though Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money hoe NXXXa this game ain't wrinkled, hoe I don't need no starsight To serious aXX nXXXa twenty-first of March Time's up in this b---h right, East West whoride BXXXXes don't understand my isht that we be servin
Uhhhh, I'm from the Bed-Stuy, now do or die I got somethin for your a-- now I'm passin lye See E-40 Click roll thick like a hoe drippin ---- The A-von, isht
Chorus:
Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww Oooh baby I like it raw Yeah baby I like it rawww
Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard
Most MC's get all too hyped From the tent we'll rhyme and take you out with a tank It's not MC just an MC bee Weak on your words you never thought of by freein Positive thoughts that I let come out Ask the God A-SON I know what it's about On the mic I'm a leader, school I was a reader When it come to f----n I'm a strong good breeder MC max and we worn out wax Collect the cash money, without ever being taxed And then I, got your attention I'd like to mention, DON'T BATTLE ME at any rap convention
Yo I'd like to give a shout out To all you live zaggin out there And also like to give a shout out To all you punk ------ out there I wanna give a shout out To all the true black women, because I love you And I also wanna give a shout out To them fake a-- b----s out there YaknowhatI'msayin?
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