Ol’ Dirty Bastard – B.o.B – letras

I won’t fuck you, you can’t even singYeah, sing you of bitches (Ahh)Baby I like it raw (East side shit)Baby I like it rawBaby I like it raw (East side)Baby I like it raw (East side)Ayy, think about the game and what it could beIf all these niggas pay producers how they pay for pussySerious what you took me, a quick as how you lookin’All these rappers cookie cuttersRockin’ crop tops, coochie cuttersLong way from drop tops and coogie sweatersI’m in between two different eras thoughYou and you and you and you and you are all identicalFuck the clone I can’t even tell who the originalMandela effect, I cannot remember youAs far as conscious rappers go I do what they pretend to doSo what have you assumed? How a pop nigga got the biggest nuts in the roomHow you, how you conscious runnin’ for CongressAin’t this the system that put your people in bondage?Ain’t this the system that sprinkled diseases on the original people?Gave us a book and a steeple, got niggas hooked on the needle?And drug money, casino moneyWe don’t ever see no moneyUnless of course you got a degree or somethin’From the school that the elite fundedOkay, you need a degree to make digitsYou work your whole life to pay back tuitionBy the time you retire, all of your four children have drained all your pensionNow they need tuitionShame on a nigga for tryin’ to run game on a niggaWho buck wild with the triggaShame on a nigga for tryin’ to run game on a niggaI’ll fuck your ass upBaby I like it rawBaby I like it raw (Ooh)Baby I like it raw (Ooh)Baby I like it rawYeah, I put a end to the world you the greatest rapper in (In)A rapper is nothing but candy packagin’ (In)Guess that mean you sweet inside, Laffy Taffy skin (Skin)Bars too advanced like a graph in calculus (Mm)Huh, I thought you guys was felonsY’all so gangsta in the street but be so nice on EllenI see no lies I’m tellin’, spend your life hotelingYou bought a mansion in the ‘burbs to make the white folk jealous, wellThe richest slave on a plantation still work on a plantation (Huh)Rich as a bitch, wealthy indeedStill at the end of a very long leashIf we inside a cell, I’m the mitochondriaNiggas steal your style like hypochondriaReportin’ live from the human holocaustFuck what the masses do them niggas is dumb lostYeah, it’s the return of Osiris (Of Osiris? of Osiris, of Osiris)Look, they know what clothes you like they know the timin’To peel back layers of your psyche and send you niggas some NikesJust a step away from being an animalA food crisis away from being some cannibalsBest part of my day is the back of my eyelidsOnly thing better is waking up next to my bitchShame on a nigga, try to run game on a niggaWho buck wild with the triggaShame on a nigga, try to run game on a niggaWho buck wild, waitBaby I like it rawBaby I like it rawBaby I like it rawDon’t make a biopic about me, bandsShame on a nigga, who try to run game on aOl’ Dirty Bastard, live and uncutShame on a nigga, who try to run game on aOl’ Dirty Bastard, live and uncutShame on a nigga, who try to run game on aOl’ Dirty Bastard, live and uncutShame on a nigga, who try to run game on aOl’ Dirty Bastard, live and uncutShame on a nigga, who try to run game on aOl’ Dirty Bastard, live and uncutShame on a nigga, who try to run game on aOl’ Dirty Bastard, live and uncut