Raw (How You Like It) - Common

Bow!

Bow!

I came through the door

With the raw Martin Margiela

Superstar status, everything stellar

With some bad bitches and some ex-drugs sellers

Niggas already jealous

We in this joint like Bob Marley and The Wailers

She already wanna pick, bitch don’t be so over zealous

Go to the bar to get around like a propeller

The barmaid’s name is Stella

I’m so appalled like McCartney that you would card me

Am I really mad?

Hardly, I’m here to party

Wanting y’all to give me body like Lati-fah

Niggas in the corner smoking that ree-fah

Seen a girl she had bottom like a spea-kah

Wanna put some hands on her like a prea-cha

Hmmmm!

Well let me take my time

She ordered Bacardi, getting twisted in the limelight

Seen that ass cause I got hindsight

She was lit shining bright in a fit that was tight

'Bout to get that invite to a night over Egypt

She said «You rap?»

Yea mummy

I’m Tutankhamun kicking and spending this rap money

Feels so good

I wanna touch somebody

So let’s go, go

Wanna feel you close, keep touching

Feels so good

I wanna touch somebody

So let’s go, go

Wanna feel you close, keep touching

La la la la la, how you like it

La la la la la, how you like it

La la la la la, how you like it

La la la la la, how you like it

She was all couture, in a Tom Ford

Security guard let me in cause I’m lord

Of finesse, the under, the rings, the dress

Code is to always stay fresh

Aware of a chest cause I stay abreast

She was extra cold, I’m here to de-congest

This nigga next to us was slopped and made a mess

Knocking over bar stools, I hoped that he carpooled

I’m locked into my mood, long as dude don’t disturb my groove

I won’t have to take it back to high school

Rewind!

No need to take me back in time

Keep my mind on the grind and the great feline

Cause what’s in front of me is this behind

Up north, she’s thick;

down south she’s fine

Tuned in to what I’m doing

I’m so unassuming when I’m pursuing

The ladies, the ladies, a soldier of love like Sade

Showing love to this lady when this nigga tried to play me

Saw me talking to slim and started acting shady

Dude got foul like crack in the 80s

Uh, uh, uh, uh!

You don’t wanna test this yo

You never know who got a Tec up in the disco

«You Hollywood.»

Nah nigga, I’m Chicago

So I cracked his head with a motherfucking bottle

Feels so good

I wanna touch somebody

So let’s go, go

Wanna feel you close, keep touching

Feels so good

I wanna touch somebody

So let’s go, go

Wanna feel you close, keep touching

La la la la la, how you like it

La la la la la, how you like it

La la la la la, how you like it

La la la la la, how you like it