Cm _ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, fuck you can't
B even sing.
C _ _ Yeah, just sing.
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Em like the way you roll.
C Oh, baby, I like it raw.
Yeah, baby, I like it _ _ _ _ _ .
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Bm Cm raw.
C Oh, baby, I like it raw.
Yeah,
G baby, I like it raw.
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G# _
F#m _ _ _ _ _ .
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C _
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C I'm here to tell you that he likes it raw.
Keeping the
F# dung head down to the floor.
See my
Em name is the ODB and I beat your
C ass.
For the ladies who know me, tell them who the fuck I be.
_ For the niggas who know me, tell them who the fuck I be.
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B Watched out comes down on your whole life's luck.
Slippin' on the jungle, you know it.
By the
F# lock, _
G# by the flock.
I don't know.
Fm Why not break by the
F# lock.
Cunties come
D lock down and lock.
My two niggas be
Cm all on down by the flock.
Flock,
C flock.
_ _ Oh
Dm baby I like it raw.
Cm.
Yeah baby I like it raw.
Oh baby I like it raw.
Yeah baby I like it
C# raw.
Oh baby I like it raw.
Yeah baby I like it raw.
F Oh baby I like it
Cm raw.
N Yeah baby I like it raw.
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Em Baby baby come
C# on.
Baby come
Gm on.
Baby come
Cm on.
What the fuck, anybody wanna do.
Right motherfuckin' head.
_ I heard that.
I'm the dog who's the head of the law.
E Dirty bastard from the Wu-Tang squad.
Can I get raw.
Yes I get dirty to the floor.
Now when you come around.
G It ain't on your mind.
You can never
G# ignore.
Hip-hop to me is like a place to be.
My specialty for me to do with them steps.
Say what you wanna say.
Baby stay here.
I'll flip the microphone any day.
I'm nasty because I got that gift of gadget.
N Niggas getting mad.
Ya ass look like a hat.
This talent that I got was resultless.
Why,
C MC, you got paid a lot.
You ever notice a black man Jambo slam.
When it comes to the money.
Ya went
N in for that.
That's what you gotta do.
what you got to do, come on, and I get the Wu-Tang.
C Wu-Tang!.
Wu-Tang!
.
Wu-Tang!
.
Wu-Tang!
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Wu-Tang!
Wu-Tang!
.
Wu-Tang!.
Wu
G-Tang!.
It's on the brain,
C I get freaky deaky
B raw when it's time to get on
C the dance floor,.
shotgun kill or shit, wow!.
And then it won't stop the
G man, thinking is he really
C raw.
Is he standing back.
If I wasn't really raw, standing