Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song He Think He Raw, artist - CASUAL. Album song He Think He Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
He Think He Raw |
| I’m a make my nigga love dat |
| I’m still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit |
| Show me where your love at what’s wrong wit dat |
| (Bad bitch’s in the back ground) |
| «Cause ain’t nothin' wrong wit dat.» |
| I need some scrill n' that’s real |
| They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O’Neill |
| Came out to early an' signed the wrong deal |
| So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals |
| Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho |
| Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go |
| Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical’s bro |
| The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn’t know |
| To do for my Ho I’ll ride on a scooter in snow |
| Who do you know that’ll tutor your Ho |
| The executor truth n' shit |
| Got em' wishin’to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters |
| To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas' |
| Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat |
| Holla |
| I’m a make my people love dat |
| I’m still in the shit killin' the shit |
| Cause nigga still feelin' this shit |
| Nigga show me where your love at |
| What’s wrong with dat |
| (Back to chours number one.) |
| Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen |
| It’s your ho? |
| It’s my nut |
| It ain’t nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut |
| An see your slut on the passenger side I’m like what? |
| This bitch call me that’s why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby |
| Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones |
| But I got Seven-Six-Two's (Recording Studio) that are pumpin' your dome |
| Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone |
| Man I’m tellin' ya |
| Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in |
| Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn |
| With a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller |
| I ain’t got I a dollar to spend |
| Jus' holla n' then next week it’s Quality Inn |
| Can’t wait to see Dada (Check shout outs n' thank youse) |
| Again soon as he get outta the pen |
| Holla |
| Eh. |
| you got some money? |
| You better invest that |
| Cause nigga’ll be all in your house like «where the rest at?» |
| Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that |
| You blessed cause you ain’t sleeping in your vest cat |
| Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds |
| And Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones |
| Partner! |
| You know what blunt’s do to your lungs? |
| Nuttin' |
| Least bit they plottin' the meek shit |
| But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit |
| An' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga’s |
| I be sparking wit |
| But we family so normally we chalk the shit |
| Informally |
| My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me? |
| (This is harmony.) |