Lyrics Raw Shit (feat. Ybe "Lil Yogi") - Slowpoke, YBe "Lil Yogi"

Raw Shit (feat. Ybe "Lil Yogi")

West Coast — Dirty Dirty South
Come Ride With Us Homie
We Got That Raw Shit?
Who Got That Raw Shit?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw Shit?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw Shit?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw Shit?
Who Got That Raw?
Who Got That Raw?
I Got That Raw Shit
The Devil With The Silver Tongue
Leads The Line To Hell
Articulate Malicious Puns
Between The Lines It Spells
The Visions Of A Drunk
Off My Mind It Melts
Turning Bitches Into Punks
Hit Your Spine With Shells
Dawg We’ve Risin' From The Slums
But We Decline To Fail
I’m From That 3−6-1
We Designed To Rebel
Fuck A Benefit Of Doubt
You’ll Only Benefit To Doubt
What You Bitches Really Bout?
Pure Fiction Out Your Mouth
Just An Image For The Crowd
Yeah He Timid But He Loud
Take A Minute Hear Me Out
Fuck These Gimmicks & These Clowns
Dawg I’m Pissing On Your Crown
And Shittin' On Your Throne
Turn To This Cigarette to Clouds
Holdin' On This Styrofoam
Trying To Figure This Shit Out
Dawg I’ve Grown To Hold My Own
Cause This Game Has Gone South
Similar To Where I Roam
Every Verse Is Platinum Bound
Metal-Casting Off My Dome
Bitch I’ve Come To Break Ground
And Shut It Down
Let This Shit Be Known
I Got That Raw Shit
Making Profit
I’m A Beast On These Beats
And I Rip 'em Often
Murder — 1−8-7
Putting Haters In Coffins
Talking Lots Of Business
In A Circle Bosses
People Keep On Yapping
Cause They Know That We Flossin'
But I Don’t Pay 'em No Mind
I Just Continue With Caution
If You Look Into The Eyes Of The Devil
That’s The Day You’ll Realize
That Your Life Ain’t Settled
So I Carry A Metal
Protect Myself From These Rebels
I’m On A Different Level
My Bullets Aim For Your Temple
I Damage Your Brain
And I Leave You Mental
Your Family’s In Pain
Cause I Came To Get You
Uh Uh
That’s The Way We Roll
In The Wicked West Coast
From The Dirty South
We Cut Throats
YBe & The Homie Slowpoke
Oh No
Back On The Scene With My AR-15
Back From The Dead Like Tales From The C
Who Got That Raw?
Boy That’s Me
Now Kill 'em All
R.I.P
My Flow Is Incredible
I Brake 'em Off Intentional
High Off That Medical
T-H-C Chemicals
I Blow Kush Smoke Out The Window
Think About My Life & All The Shit That I Been Through
My Motivation Got Me Facin'
All These Demons That Be Hating
They Just Mad Cause I’m Living Amazing
Taking Vacations In Locations
That I Never Been Placed In
I Ain’t Got Time To Be Wastin' Naw
Back To The Topic
I Am The Rawest
Chicano Rap’s Baddest
The Boss Of All Bosses
The Name Is YBe Formerly Lil Yogi
From Cali To Texas
The Streets Love Me
Nothing Much Has Really Changed
Still Thuggin' In This Game
Still Druggin' Up The Brain
Still Fuckin' Up Them Lames
Yall Ain’t Nothing — Be Ashamed
Say You Bustin' & You Bang
But All That Fluff Is All The Same
Plus It’s Only Just For Fame
Homie Fuck What You Claim
Fuck Your Money
Fuck Your Dames
Cause Every Slut Got Her Game
But Every Nut Feel The Same
Dawg I’m Losing Touch With Sane
I’ll Shove A Shell Through Your Veins
Why Can’t You Tell That Life Is Pain?
Every Night I’m Feeling Drained
Cause I Fight Against The Grain
And I’vr Survived Through The Reign
Tryna Revive This Fucking Game
Cause This Rap Shit Is Dying
I’m Alive I Can’t Complain
Got This Rap Shit To A Science
Hope You All Die In Vain
Feel The Rapture Of This Tyrant
I’m On That Hydrocodone
Yelling At The Microphone
Malibu & Patron
Time To Leave This Shit Alone
Fuckin' Thrown
So Ahead I’m In The Future
Deuce Up To Producer
Mister Matt Ciclon