Raw Deluxe lyrics

featuring De La Soul Q Tip

How Ya Want It We Got It [Oh yeah!] (x4)

{Dove}
Hey Mr. Africa [What]
This joint is headed
Man I'm glad that beef is debted
I jolt the bullet quick
Out of the fifty one six
To hear my Sammy on the mix [Aight]
We flipped the belt
I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the moment
Man opponents couldn't stop me

[The JBeez the JBeez...]

10th round
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground
Regroup and lounge
Put on a couple of pounds
And make plans to create the raw homegrown sounds
Without love and support
I might come up short
But I dare not resort to the low life sport
Young bucks nowadays
Even kids my own age
Making front page

{Mike G}
Cope the circumference
To get the duckets
When I touch this deluxe this
NYC's throughout my bloodstream
So when I steam
All I dream is cream
Wrap my seed in jewels
Stay a brother the all means
ACGO the weather
my crazy clique is too clever
You should know to come better
'Cause we taking loss never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics

"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"

[Mike G]

Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery

Anticipation of the raw fills up the whole vicinity
Legendary quotes from promissory notes

Authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat

Coming hitting like a hammer

My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer

How ya want it we got it [oh yeah!] (x4)

{dove}
Hey mr. africa [what]
This joint is headed
Man I’m glad that beef is debted
I jolt the bullet quick
Out of the fifty-one six
To hear my sammy on the mix [aight]
We flipped the belt
I felt the rubber burnin’
See I was yearnin’ for the moment
Man opponents couldn’t stop me
When I first heard ac/dc I had to get a copy.