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American Cream Team; Raekwon
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What up, young blood? How are you?
Yeah, I heard
They done, ten times
Shit, shit, I wasn't shavin', son
They done, one time
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"
Nine hundred dollars on a glass table
While we Clark Gable and able, blow it on a Grey Goose
Picture that elephant skin, Cartier glasses dim
What's that gold around the rim?
Hollywoodize it without goin' Hollywood
Probably for all Cream Team players in the hood
Stop that scrutinizin', nature rise
See my paper rise, promotin' it at Lake Shore Drive
Chicken at the Shark Bar, God
Make sure the collard greens got turkey parts, boy, we got you Allah
Rare, start grabbin' her hair, playin' Cuban Link
Spinnin' like a swivel chair, yeah, no question
Your peeps flippin', actin' like she wantin' me to pipe her
And it got you jealous, claimin' that you never liked her
Then I found out y'all was two Lenny Dykstra
Now I'm hyper, beggin' you hook me with a cypher
See me in the Tunnel and you trouble me
Get my dick hard, dancin', sippin' my bubbly
Yo, beat me in the head, talkin' 'bout how you got a man
And 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
Relyin' on money to make sure that my environment'll change
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"
Two-fifteen and I'm blasted, smack that ass, kid
Light skin, what up? Stop splashin'
Slang got niggas in a chokehold
Speakin' in codes, got sixty-four thousand in closure
Wu wear jackets and hats, relax, dingbats
Play that, ping-pong champion cats, what?
Campin' out in Fort Myers, yo, the weather is nice
Flex again with ten thousand in flyers
The squeal in them four and 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
Man, I can't stand them chicks suck dick for Vansons
Playa brother coast to puff his grandson
Ice work gleamin', I'm catchin' them glances, son
I pay 'em no mind, by the bar dancin'
White bitches wear pink, he like he handsome
Flyin' through the hills to fuck in the mansion
Only one way you spendin' the night here tonight
If your head is right
Dance turned into a romance
Dance turned into a romance
Get up, get down, move around, cover ground
Throw it on a brother now
You swore I had your mother on the ground
High rollers that know us, Cris' pop, gift shop holders
That rock boulders, hit it, hold the shoulders, yo
Lay it like a chain be on, we on, Cream Team play on
With all gray on, flavor like crayons
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 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"
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