RAW lyrics

[Intro]
[?]

[Verse 1]
Poppa got a new bag (Bag)
Still rockin' with a [?], blue flag
From the [?] brother with some loose cash
Oh, you ain't got nothin' on it? Boy, that's too bad (Too bad)
You don't work, you don't eat sh*t (Eat sh*t)
We sold liquor, quick to tell a b*tch to suck di*k (Suck di*k, b*tch)
Extended clips and pistol grips are ready
My lil' homie's looney and love to play dead
We make that money talk loud and hold steady
We doin' no talkin', we just getting to the fetty (Uh)
And takin' [?]
Damn, baby got that jelly 'cause jam don't shake like that (Know that)
Yeah, I wiggle the track and my pickle was fat
Chinchilla, the gorilla, yeah, I'm dope sick
Rollin' up my di*k hairs like "b*tch, smoke this" (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Keep it motherf*ckin' raw
Break your motherf*ckin' jaw
We keep it motherf*ckin' raw (Rough, yeah)
[?]
f*ckin'-
[Verse 2]
Hood n*gga with the base, take that (Take that)
Takes two motherf*cker, lay face flat (Brr)
[?] the gat, make your face cringe
Couple shots, arm hanging like a broke b*tch
n*gga need M's, so I paper chase (Ching)
Hustle up n*gga, strap in the waist (Haha)
[?], welcome to the [?]
Fight the [?] with the .45 bell chrome
OG chronic weed, f*ck the homegrown (Homegrown)
Growin' up in the hood, couple stones thrown (Stones thrown)
Homies dead and gone, big brick, mobile phone
Collect call, momma hangin' up, dial tone
In too deep, n*gga, no sh*t
Too deep in the game for your weak spit
Crossed out names, [?]
Communicate with motherf*ckers hangin' out, yeah

[Chorus]
Keep it motherf*ckin' raw
Break your motherf*ckin' jaw
We keep it motherf*ckin' hood
Now dead n*ggas up to no good (R-A-W)

[Verse 3]
Next episode, [?] jack mode
Compton, n*ggas stickin' to the street code (Yeah)
Keep it motherf*ckin' street (Street)
Get yo' f*ckin' ass beat (Yeah)
Heat from the strap or the microphone (Microphone)
One false move, nope, now your life is gone (Life is gone)
And that's another dank tale
Motherf*cker, anything for sale (Yeah)
We makin' moves like Wu-Tang, pootang killers
Thoroughhub n*ggas, we the hub city realest
Slow flow, still on tempo
How could it all be so simple?
Ducked off in a rental
[?] on my outfit, n*gga with the [?] sh*t
When the fuzz come, better know, I ain't see sh*t
You n*ggas counterfeit, internet, [?] the raw deal
Back on the set, b*tch, cut the check (Cut the check)
[Chorus]
Keep it motherf*ckin' raw
Break your motherf*ckin' jaw
We keep it motherf*ckin' hood
Now dead n*ggas up to no good (R-A-W)