Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw (How You Like It), artist - Common. Date of issue: 18.12.2011
Song language: English
Raw (How You Like It) |
| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| I came through the door |
| With the raw Martin Margiela |
| Superstar status, everything stellar |
| With some bad bitches and some ex-drugs sellers |
| Niggas already jealous |
| We in this joint like Bob Marley and The Wailers |
| She already wanna pick, bitch don’t be so over zealous |
| Go to the bar to get around like a propeller |
| The barmaid’s name is Stella |
| I’m so appalled like McCartney that you would card me |
| Am I really mad? |
| Hardly, I’m here to party |
| Wanting y’all to give me body like Lati-fah |
| Niggas in the corner smoking that ree-fah |
| Seen a girl she had bottom like a spea-kah |
| Wanna put some hands on her like a prea-cha |
| Hmmmm! |
| Well let me take my time |
| She ordered Bacardi, getting twisted in the limelight |
| Seen that ass cause I got hindsight |
| She was lit shining bright in a fit that was tight |
| 'Bout to get that invite to a night over Egypt |
| She said «You rap?» |
| Yea mummy |
| I’m Tutankhamun kicking and spending this rap money |
| Feels so good |
| I wanna touch somebody |
| So let’s go, go |
| Wanna feel you close, keep touching |
| Feels so good |
| I wanna touch somebody |
| So let’s go, go |
| Wanna feel you close, keep touching |
| La la la la la, how you like it |
| La la la la la, how you like it |
| La la la la la, how you like it |
| La la la la la, how you like it |
| She was all couture, in a Tom Ford |
| Security guard let me in cause I’m lord |
| Of finesse, the under, the rings, the dress |
| Code is to always stay fresh |
| Aware of a chest cause I stay abreast |
| She was extra cold, I’m here to de-congest |
| This nigga next to us was slopped and made a mess |
| Knocking over bar stools, I hoped that he carpooled |
| I’m locked into my mood, long as dude don’t disturb my groove |
| I won’t have to take it back to high school |
| Rewind! |
| No need to take me back in time |
| Keep my mind on the grind and the great feline |
| Cause what’s in front of me is this behind |
| Up north, she’s thick; |
| down south she’s fine |
| Tuned in to what I’m doing |
| I’m so unassuming when I’m pursuing |
| The ladies, the ladies, a soldier of love like Sade |
| Showing love to this lady when this nigga tried to play me |
| Saw me talking to slim and started acting shady |
| Dude got foul like crack in the 80s |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh! |
| You don’t wanna test this yo |
| You never know who got a Tec up in the disco |
| «You Hollywood.» |
| Nah nigga, I’m Chicago |
| So I cracked his head with a motherfucking bottle |
| Feels so good |
| I wanna touch somebody |
| So let’s go, go |
| Wanna feel you close, keep touching |
| Feels so good |
| I wanna touch somebody |
| So let’s go, go |
| Wanna feel you close, keep touching |
| La la la la la, how you like it |
| La la la la la, how you like it |
| La la la la la, how you like it |
| La la la la la, how you like it |