2 Raw – Schoolboy Q feat Jay Rock
[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (uh)
Yeah, yeah… yeah!
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Aye groove the window down oh sh_t I’m gettin hot
Still I’m cool; no AC needed
Probly slidin down your region, oh this Henny got me leanin
Ain’t no secret that we ballin and yo hoe be refereein
Bet I make that p_ssy whistle up and down that booty dribble
Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble uhh
Ain’t f_ckin with you losers all my n_ggaz won
Mister Bet-I-Got-Some-Weed, Ace got another one
Look down upon the ceiling; just try to reach the sky
Cause when you’re up they all be kneeling
“Contradictions” in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings
Shake the non-believers off, I’m tryin to navigate a million
But yo first let’s hit the sto’ you know I love Korean
She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I’m fiendin
So-so-so I zip that, ch-ch-chhop that, pass the blunt
Know my d_ck from last month well there’s more to come
What the f_ck~?!
[Chorus:]
Too, too f_ckin raw (face down, ass up) [x4]
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life – too f_ckin raw (face down, ass up)
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life – too f_ckin raw (face down, ass up)
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Heroin, extacy, oxycontin
Vicodins, Coca-Cola everything up in our jeans
Even methamphetamines, get this bread by any means
PCP, LSD, transactions frequently
Turn ya job into a ki’, turn that ki’ into a beach
And turn that beach into your sleep, rest your head remain neat
Haters love to hate a G, gossip on your bakery
Wish they had the recipe; swear this life was meant for me
I’m tired of crackin n_ggaz heads in a stolen Challenger
Hopped up out the passenger, and merked the D.A.’s messenger
Every corner camera; n_gga I’m just tryin live
Sh_tty on a sh_tty curb, n_ggaz kill ya in front ya kids
See how n_ggaz get it in? Trappin so we live in sin
This felony won’t keep me in; I’m hungry gotta rob again
Embarrassing my mom and them, grandma braggin to her friends
Killin beef apparently, name a n_gga rare as me
Yeah I be, too f_ckin raw
[Chorus x2]
[Jay Rock:]
Got me swagged, then I put yo’ style in a body bag
Man I’m off a bag of that good, my flow off a powder pack
Man I’m leanin hard
Like I’m off that sy-rup, and I’m damn near to’ up
With my dogs and locsters, and we all got stock like brokers
Uhh~! We don’t chase hoes, nah; hoes gon chase us, yeah
Straight to the condo
Yeah b_tches ain’t sh_t that’s the muh’f_ckin motto
In the Monte Carlo, yeah sippin on Carlo
Just me and my posse
Strapped up when you gotta know the ropes like Ted DiBiase
Look at my life raw, N_GGA
B_tches wanna s_ck me off, QUICKER
Haters can’t stand my guts, N_GGA
Cause I get my bucks, BIGGER
I mind my own, I’m in my zone
B_tch n_ggaz can’t knock me out my throne
I’m on my sh_t, cause sceptic tanks
I don’t give a f_ck what set you claim
Just get yo’ money let the bullsh_t walk
I’m a get this cheese like a hoodrat b_tch
F_ck and s_ck me good, then I run through her team
Raw sh_t, n_gga check me out, know you jockin my steez
Best believe, n_gga we run this sh_t
N_ggas know that I be, be, be too f_ckin raw
[Chorus]
