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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] The squellin I’m for in the six range things Make the loyaliest 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, gleamin I’m catchin them, glancin I play ’em no mon’, ’bout to bar dance ’em White bitches with banky like, you handsome Flyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansion Only one way you spendin the night in here tonight *singing* 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, giftshop, 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 3x]  More Raekwon The Chef Song Lyrics
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