[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
$900 on the glass table
Wally Clark Gable unable, blow it on a Grey Goose
Picture that, elephant skin, Cartier glasses dim
What's that? Gold around the rim
Hollywoodizin, without going Hollywood
Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood
Stop that scrutenizin, naturize
See my paper rise, promoting 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 grabbing the hair, playin Cuban Linx
Spinning like the swivel chair, yea
No question
[Verse 2: Baby Thad]
The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her
And they got you jealous, claiming 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 dancing, sipping 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
Tyrants in the game, huh?
Relying on money, to make sure that my environment change
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid
Light skin, what up? Stop splashin
Slang got niggas in the chokehold
Freaking their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo
Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxing, bets play that
Ping-pong champion cats, what?
Campin' out on Fort Myers
Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz
With $10,000 in flyers
[Verse 4: Baby Thad]
The squealing I'm for in the six range things
Make the loyalest cats flip mode, do strange things
Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers
Things of that nature
[Verse 5: Chip Banks]
Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson
Play a brother close to Puff is Branson
Ice work, gleaming I'm catching them, glancin'
I play 'em no mind, by to bar dancin'
White bitches swear Banky like, "You handsome"
Flyin through the hills to fuck in the mansion
Only one way you spendin' the night in here tonight
If your head is right
[Bridge: Raekwon]
Dance turn into a romance
Dance turn into a romance
[Verse 6: Raekwon]
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 holders 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: Raekwon]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more
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
