B.o.B – Ol' Dirty Bastard lyrics

[Intro]
I don't fuck you, you can't even sing
Yeah, sing you of bitches
Baby I like it raw (East side shit)
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw (East side)
Baby I like it raw (East side)

[Verse 1]
Think about the game and what it could be
If all these niggas pay producers how they pay for pussy
Serious what you took me, A quick as how you lookin'
All these rappers cookie cutters
Rocking drop tops and Coogie sweaters
I'm in between two different eras doe
You and you and you and you and you are all identical
Fuck the clone I can't even tell who the original
Mandela effect, I can not remember you
As far as conscious rappers go I do what they pretend to do
So what have you assumed? How a pop nigga got the biggest nuts in the room
How you, how you conscious running for congress
Ain'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 money
We don't ever see no money
Unless of course you got a degree or something
From the school that the elite funded
Okay, you need a degree to make digits
You work your whole life to pay back tuition
By the time you retire, all of your four children have drained all your pension
Now they need tuition

[Chorus]
Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw

[Verse 2]
Yea, I put a end to the world you the greatest rapper in
A rapper is nothing but candy packaging
Guess that mean you sweet inside, laffy taffy skin
Bars too advanced like a graphic calculus
Huh, I thought you guys was felons
Y'all so gangsta in the street but be so nice on Ellen
I see no lies i'm tellin', spend your life on Hoteling
You bought a mansion in the 'burbs to make the white folks jealous, well
The richest slave on a plantation still work on a plantation
Rich as a bitch, wealthy indeed
Still at the end of a very long leash
If we inside a cell on a mitochondria
Niggas steal your style like a hypochondria
Reporting live from a human holocaust
Fuck what the masses do them niggas is dumb lost
Yeah, it's the return of Osiris (Of Osiris? of Osiris)
They know what clothes you like they know the timing
To peel back layers of your psyche and send you niggas some nikes
Just a step away from being a animal
A food crisis away from being some cannibals
Best part of my day is the back of my eyelids
Only thing better is waking up next to my bitch

[Chorus]
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild, wait
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw
Don't make a biopic about me, bandz

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut