Lyrics:
it's right
Every time I look at you, I'm in love
Matching fit with the Telfar purse
I'm a fashion baby, I need my "her"
She love me even at my worst
Got
to pound
Feel the beat and obey the raw sound
We give ourselves two lives and we can't get enough
No we won't get enough
We are the stains in black
Oh yeah, we need a change, yeah, it's coming, listen
In this time when life is so hard Social inequality a the main cause
This unfair world, dem
No pain no gain
No top no rain
No playing in this place
If you don't know no play no blame
My name is Sparta
OH I thank you heavenly father
By your
Yeah, big raw dog Crizzy
Still spinning for my niggas
Yeah, ska skirrr!
Damn
Still, spinning
Yeah
I hope my brother beat his case, I hope he gets
Play by my rules, and fuck the plan!
Money on my mind saw these haters in a way
Having conversation with the paper every day
I ain't talking short
Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble
Young thugs in this motherfucker (don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble)
Don't break up the fight,
Err, come on
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)
I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred
I wake up in the morning, just glad my boots are on
Instead of empty in the whispering grasses
Down the Five at Forest Lawn
On the set, the makeup
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
raw
Doing doughnuts in it
I'm burning rubber like Pirelli
Tyres get the spinning
Burning, rubber, fuck a, condom
Fucking hoes raw, addicted to that
the money takes us
Muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking April
I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel
cause
I ain't trying to scare you
I just take the nina raw
Get up on you near you
Action 40 lightning bloody near you, tear you
My niggas be riding low
up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker
I'm open, I let the funk soak in
I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start
about my digits, goin' digital and shit
Jumpin' on the couch until I'm short winded in this bitch
Don't judge a book by it's cover, start schemin'
your lesson (yeah)
Yeah, I spit raw, but I prefer protection
I own a heart and a mind
And a shirt she slept in
Bitch, I got the answer
And still ain't
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken for real, my fault we takin' in back
neck is gonna be your nightmare
am the knight man take it eassy dont press
ama take it beyond by the moonlight
ohh my touch is so dark in the moonlight
style is the truth raw, swingin that shit like a two by four
And those suits don't want that street fight, all they want is that beat tight
And all I'm
respect to the raw dog family
I think it's about time I introduce myself
Alright
Look, im 39 invigorated by the fact my time was limited at 35, it's my time
in my life the answer hasn't hit me
I dont know if they like me or not, it's likely a plot
Many possibilities dont excite me alot
But I ain't tryna put
Outstanding beats flippin’ samples like pancakes
Come on’ wack emcees y’all wanna war my flow is raw
I ain’t the type to be fallin’ off my name ain’t Owen Hart
raw in a glad bag I serve that raw to ya grandad
We you lying you Sinbad
You get ya money from ascap
Aint been to the hood since you left
But front
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