B.o.B - Ol' Dirty Bastard lyrics

I won't fuck you, you can't even sing
Yeah, sing you of bitches (Ahh)
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)

Ayy, 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
Rockin' crop tops, coochie cutters
Long way from drop tops and coogie sweaters
I'm in between two different eras though
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 cannot 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 runnin' 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 somethin'
From the school that the elite funded
Okay, you need a degree to make digit's
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

Shame on a nigga for tryin' to
Run game on a nigga
Who buck wild with the trigga
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 (O oh)
Baby I like it raw (O oh) baby I like it raw

Yeah, 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 felons
Y'all so gangsta in the street but
Be so nice on Ellen
I see no lies I'm tellin'
Spend your life hoteling
You bought a mansion in the 'burbs
To make the white folk jealous, well
The richest slave on a plantation
Still work on a plantation (Huh)
Rich as a bitch, wealthy indeed
Still at the end of a very long leash
If we inside a cell, I'm the mitochondria
Niggas steal your style like hypochondria
Reportin' live from the human holocaust
Fuck what the masses do them
Niggas is dumb lost
Yeah, 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 Nikes
Just a step away from being an 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

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild with the trigga
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 baby I like it raw
Don't make a biopic about me, bands

Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut