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