Raw Dope Lyrics

We just cruising

Like Smokey and the Bandit

Windows down

Music loud

Smoking that organic

Floating like a boat on the Atlantic

I hope you know just when to panic

Get that pussy soaked

Like the Titanic

Every clip is a banana

No brown spots

Red dots on ya commander

Obscene shit

Green tips from the hammer

I don't give props

Unless your shits hotter than summer up in Alabama

They calling me the great Gambini now

No man alive can ever say that he beat me down

Rhyme so grimy

They don't even want me around

So what?

No fucking ziti, now?

Yo, I been getting money in Little Italy

Sit at the same table with motherfuckers tryna get rid of me like the Kennedys

Cause we independently

Selling records without the record labels charging their little penalties

It's all motion and mathematics

That's why I focus on mechanics

I flow like no one on the planet

No one understands it

I'm holding all the cards

And I'm throwing 'em like Gambit

Going in with bars and Im rolling out with damn hits

Every trip to the Bahamas

Watch the sunrise with my chick in our pajamas

Sipping mai tai's

Smokin' spliffs of marijuana's

Am I sleeping with the enemy and swimming with piranhas?

They call me overrated and overpaid and that's wrong

I bet make more money than anyone off this song

I've been in the studio with my bong

As my brain and the stage slowly fades into fog

Cue the special FX

First comes the bite

Then the venom is next

Ever since 36 chambers been protecting my neck

You get the fame,

Then the Devil collects

Let's make a gentlemen's bet

Win or lose, I bet I'll spit a rhyme you'll never forget