Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw Shit, artist - Jaylib. Album song Champion Sound, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Raw Shit |
| Feel it |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Check it now |
| What’d you say? |
| Feel it |
| Come on |
| Come on |
| C-come on |
| C-come on |
| Recognize |
| Uh |
| (Kweli) |
| Yeah, Jaylib collab |
| (Yo), yo |
| (Yeah), yeah |
| (Turn me up) |
| Yes, yes |
| Now everybody, just gather around |
| What we want to do is, just get on down, (yeah nigga) |
| I like my sound raw |
| I know you do too, on the down low |
| I’m fuckin' witchu |
| Now everybody say, I love |
| (I love) |
| That raw shit |
| (that raw shit) |
| I like it |
| (I like it) |
| I love it |
| (I love it) |
| Say, I love |
| (I love) |
| That raw shit |
| (that raw shit) |
| I like it |
| (I like it) |
| I loves it |
| (I loves it) |
| Here we go |
| It’s J.A.Y L.I.B, Dilla dog hold the track |
| Hold the backs like ya backs amongst the raps |
| Hold the mac |
| (so, what’s your roll in this music) |
| Man, the same questions |
| «I'm just trying to create new composition» |
| To innovate, the reinstate, a paperweight |
| To renovate, techniplate, to integrate |
| And playa hate, lay your fate, we keep it live |
| When we roll, 'cause we cold, coming in stereo |
| On the phone, get the ho, everywhere we go |
| And if not, nigga please on your mom |
| Trigger squeeze, on your knees |
| While I pop one of these |
| Like, no dose, or coke up in ya nose |
| Or weed up in ya lungs |
| Or heroin in your veins |
| You know i’m sober just by saying the name |
| It’s all up in, all up in this game |
| So, what up ma you coming with me? |
| It’s the J.A.Y L.I.B |
| Now everybody let’s gather around |
| 'Cause all we want to do is, just get on down now |
| I like my sound raw |
| I know you do too, cause on the down low |
| I’m fuckin' witchu |
| From the front to tha back |
| People jump to tha track |
| Cause they pumpin' like crack |
| Cause it’s funk in the back |
| Cause the trunk gettin' track |
| Jump off, run back |
| Come back, cause they like that raw shit |
| They want that, jump back when I kiss myself |
| Like James Brown, got to lay down |
| It’s not the same sound, it’s not the playground |
| We hot, to spray around, shot the plane down |
| Got the place around, you held hostage |
| Two is get down shit, J. D, Madlib who I get down with |
| Sounds sicker then cheap |
| Vodka and brown liquor |
| Put it down when I get around, my out of town nigga |
| Now everybody, let’s gather around |
| Cause all we want to do is, just get on down |
| I like my sound raw |
| I know you do too, cause on the down low |
| I’m fuckin' witchu |
| Uh |
| Yeah |
| Dilla |
| Madlib |
| Kweli |
| Turn the music up |