Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock - 2 Raw lyrics

Hey, Groove the window down, oh
Shit I'm getting high still I'm cool, no A
C needed probly sliding down ya region off
This Henny got me leaning
Ain't no secret that we balling
And your ho be refereeing
Bet I make that pussy whistle up
And down that booty dribble
Was she foul? Just a little
Tech-nical how she nibble, uhh
Ain't fucking with you losers
All my niggas won
It's Mr betIGotSumWeed, hey split another one
Look down upon the ceiling
Just try to reach the sky cause when
You up they all be kneeling
Contradictions in my thoughts and I
Just execute my feelings
Shake the nonbelievers off
I'm tryna navigate a million
But you first let's hit the store
You know I love Korean
She tell me hurry up and buy
I hurry up I'm fiending
So I zip that, chop that, pass the blunt
Know my dick from last month
But there's more to come, what the fuck?

Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)

Heroin, extacy, Oxycontin, Vicodin
Coca Cola, everything up in our jeans
Even methamphetamines
Get this bread by any means
PCP, LSD, transactions frequently
Turn you job into a ki
Turn that ki into a beach
Turn that beach into ur sleep, rest ya head
Remain neat
Haters love to hate a G, gossip on ya bakery
Wish they had the recipe
Swear this life is meant for me
Tired of cracking niggas heads
In the stolen challenger
Hopped up out the passenger and
Merked the DA's messenger
Every corner, camera
Nigga I'm just tryna live
Shitty on a shitty curb
Niggas kill ya front your kids
See how niggas get it in
Trapping so we live in sin
This felony won't keep me in
I'm hungry gotta rob again
Embarrassing my mom and them
Grandma bragging to her friends
Killing beef, apparently, name a nigga
Rare as me, yeah, i be

Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)

Got me swagged
Then I put your style in a body bag
Man, I'm off a bag of that good
My flow off a powder pack
Man, I'm leaning hard, like
I'm off that syrup
And I'm damn near tore up
With my dogs and locstas
And we all got stock like brokers
Ugh, we don't chase hoes, nah
Hoes gon chase us, yeah
Straight to the condo, yeah
Bitches ain't shit that's
The mothafuckin' motto
In the Monte Carlo, yeah, sipping on Carlo
Just me and my posse
Strapped up when you gotta know
The ropes like Ted Dibiase
Look at my life raw, nigga
Bitches wanna suck me off quicker
Haters can't stand my guts, nigga
Because I get my bucks bigger
I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
Bitch niggas can't knock me off my throne
I'm on my shit, cause septic tanks
I don't give a fuck what set you claim
Just get your money let the bullshit walk
I'mma get this cheese
Like a little rat bitch
Fucking suck me good
Nibbling through her team
Raw shit, nigga check me out
Know you jocking my steez
Best believe nigga we run this shit
Niggas know that I be, be

Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
When the sunshine, and the moonlight
In my life
Too, too fucking raw (Face down, ass up)