ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Performer
Lee "Lee Major" Taylor
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Thompson
Composer
John Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SanManTana
Recording Engineer
Duro
Mixing Engineer
Antwan Thompson
Producer
Serge Nudel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm raw
So you hearing that any **** out-cook me
As suspect as R. Kelly with Girl Scout cookies
When you're talking to a pro, watch your mouth, rookie
Go in your shit have your teeth playing mouth hooky
[Verse 2]
(Nice) You **** must have heard me wrong
I blame them horses when I turn that Porsche Turbie on
My engine getting it's Kentucky Derby on
Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde
Speaking of dirty blonde, say, hi to Curvy Don, Fergie jawn
With the body movement of a turbillon
I just watch her, it's been a hectic year
So I sit and get fried, call the weed "Electric Chair"
[Verse 3]
But y'all on Death Row, one request left
You're looking for your girl? Oh, she just left
Her and my dick just became BFF's
Then I threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F
I'm raw, dog, y'all safe sex
You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks
You can't see me, neither can the flunkies under you
My shit bananas, like a monkey number two
[Verse 4]
I’m bigger than that
More like gorilla though
Nickname, Funeral, got that from this killer flow
Everything's still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like A-Rod's next to bat
Shit, somebody contact the tabloids
I'm a big deal like a contract from Bad Boy
Yeah, it's all good, baby, baby
My swag plays a big part, so it's all gravy
[Verse 5]
We hit the club like Nino and the C.M.B.
Pretty mixed bitch, I just call her P.M.B.
Watch your step, baby, getting out that G.M.C.
You bust your ass girl, we both gon' be on T.M.Z.
Don't be shy, let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you
People running up like, "Damn, I knows you
Hey, ain't you?" Yeah, I am that bitch
Six feet deep ****, yeah I am that ditch
Throw it in the bag in a recession, I am that rich
I'm under close watch, **** got binoculars
I ain't what's poppin', bitch, I'm what's popular
If I'm the one to go at, ****, what's stopping ya?
I call my gun Nadia, and I be finger-popping her
Keep that bitch cumming like, Blakka, Blakka
Go to your head like a shot of vodka
Rock a sick fit, call a doctor partner
You'd think I had a Gucci deal, Waka Flocka
Yeah, I'm too fucking raw
Yeah, you heard me, I'm too fucking raw
Written by: Antwan Thompson, John Jackson