Raw Dog (feat. J. Hollett) - Jon Conner

Warrior Gun smoking in a di breeze People a debate pon it over seas yea Jamaica Jamaica Dem seh dem a leave that Wi naw follow dem None a dem yea Dem conscience a bother dem Follow dem Alright who that a talk? Who that a talk? You wa no have no gun a couldn't you that a talk Best if you lock up yo mouth no bother talk Hide under di bed when gunshot a bark Dem seh di youth dem dark Dem seh di youth dem vicious Reach 13 deh seh dem look suspicious But weh dem likkle youth deh fi get dem big gun deh Fi buss dem up from Sunday to Sunday Mi no know di seller but mi know di buyer Gunshot a beat an di place under fire If wi no fix di matter it a go get hotter Who Jah Jah shot a rata ta, ta, ta, ta Gunshot a wire, wire, wire In a di street shot a fire, fire, fire Poverty level get higher but no man a no mi syah So high a take it to di father in a prayer Gunshot a wire, wire, wire In a di street shot a fire, fire, fire Poverty level get higher but no woman a no mi syah So high a take it to di father in a prayer Tenement yard cyan even find food fi di boat When di bat a run how dem yard deh lock so much gun pon top a gun Di gun dem come when di forth campaign a run Election time dem ship dem big container down No youth a road naw pree fi send back a gun To how dem set up life is like yuh need fi a lock a gun When pocket empty an belly empty Five in a di clip a more than plenty so mi no know di seller Listen this ghetto youth this a di plan Hustle fi yo thing an no depend paw no one No woman, no man, no green one, no orange one Ha meck a tell yuh how di thing go If yuh no play di game yuh cyan bingo Stand up pon yuh feat as a man No follow dem politics slang

Lying awake, naked in bed Thoughts of your body Running through my head It's hard to escape the wounds of the past Every time I say something real I wanna take it back Sensitive I'm peeling back my skin You got me raw raw So emotional Raw raw Oh I feel exposed Chainsaw Buzzing at my throat Pressure building up inside my chest You pulled the stitches out again I feel the feelings creeping in You got me raw raw Raw raw Raw I came up from the depths of hell with a golf club in my hand You disarmed me, no defense My armor turned to sand It's hard to escape the wounds of the past Every time I feel something real I wanna take it back Sensitive I'm peeling back my skin You got me raw raw So emotional Raw raw Oh I feel exposed Chainsaw Buzzing at my throat Pressure building up inside my chest You pulled the stitches out again I feel the feelings creeping in You got me raw raw Raw raw Chainsaw Raw raw Cold in your warm embrace It's salt in my open veins Control I'm relinquishing Sensitive I'm peeling back my skin You got me raw raw So emotional Raw raw Oh I feel exposed Chainsaw Buzzing at my throat Pressure building up inside my chest You pulled the stitches out again I feel the feelings creeping in Raw

When you blowin' up my phone Gettin' petty, making out like you were already gone It's like "woah" I guess I should've known You could take a bat to my head, to my skull, yuh I'ma play it dumb like I don't even know How this probably gonna go 'till she get me like "woah" (woah) The food is getting cold little psycho (little psycho) Leading me around and I'm following, shit Maybe I could be dead by tomorrow (by tomorrow) (Woah) So I'm riding in the whip You can't even call it quits Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah) Take a bite out of the apple Momma boutta win the raffle She told me you best be careful where you walk! (Woah) Tread lightly and don't come off unsightly Don't be pulling Spike Lees, this ain't a fuckin' film This is real life, G, you gotta play it tightly Don't seek out the tightrope, you'll spiral (Woah) You hear these chords? They're hopeful (Hopeful) Yeah, let me put some words on 'em for you, you know? A little something like this I should be running from you But I can't budge (Woah, aye) So I'm riding in the whip You can't even call it quits Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah) Take a bite out of the apple Momma boutta win the raffle She told me you best be careful where you Fucked up like a whore in a penthouse Fucked up like the road that I been down Fucked up 'cause I don't wanna feel down Fucked up so I can't even fix now (agh) Got her like a wheel, no grease (agh) And I'm WD-40 (agh) It's the sound that I need, babygirl gimme that (agh) (Woah) I should be running from you But I can't budge Yeah I'm still pulling through Until it gets to be too much (Woah) No, no, no run that shit back, it wasn't hard enough (Woah, hard enough) (Hard enough) (Woah) (Woah) Pressure and heat, pressure cooking the beat uh I think I burn my hand every time that I huh (Woah)

Yeah, let's talk Pune juice, ha ha You ready, let's role play Here we go Drip, drip don't waste I know you love the way it taste Got you crying on your knees With your fingers all in your face While I'm in the special place Your hands up on your waist As you lay the other way As I kiss your lips all day Between the sheets we stay Lick happy feelings through you lady Let that body flow away Baby let me taste that pune juice As I lick up all your sweet taste Kissin' where the symbol lay Baby let me taste that pune juice Where the spot gets too hot Your rain don't never stop ('Cause your rain don't never stop) Baby let me taste that pune juice (Baby let me taste that pune juice) We can do it in the freaky room (Freaky room) That body gettin' real loose (Body get really loose oh) Baby let me taste your sweet juice (Yeah) That pune juice As I kiss your face to face You're screaming out my name While we playing sex games That beast I'm trying to tame, yeah Flick a whip of my tongue This pearl maintains I'll kiss the front to back But she had to tell the fans Cause I ain't the one to kiss and tell It's just a fairytale until the wedding bells Baby let me taste that pune juice As I lick up all your sweet taste (Yay) Kissin' where the symbol lay (Yeah) Baby let me taste that pune juice (Pune juice) Where the spot gets too hot Your rain don't never stop Baby let me taste that pune juice (Taste that pune juice) We can do it in the freaky room (Freaky room) That body gettin' real loose (Real...) Baby ley me taste your sweet juice That pune juice Let me taste that pune juice (Hey) I wanna drink that pune juice (Everyday) Let me get that pune juice Gonna do it, do it in the freaky room Let me taste that pune juice I love it when it's so loose Let me taste that pune juice That puny juice, heyy, hey Baby let me taste that pune juice As I lick up all your sweet taste (Sweet taste) Kissin' where the symbol lay (Kissin' where the symbol lay) Baby let me taste that pune juice Where the spot gets too hot Your rain don't never stop (Rain don't never stop) Baby let me taste that pune juice We can do it in the freaky room (Freaky room) That body gettin' real loose (Real loose) Baby let me taste your sweet juice (Hey) That pune juice (Yeah, yeah) Hey... hey... hey... hey Hey... hey... hey... hey Oh, oh... oh... oh... oh Yeah... yeah, yeah Punanny juice Punanny juice Punanny, nanny juice Punanny, nanny, nanny, nanny juice, yeah

Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Bitch, do you see what he has done to you Open up that shit like butterfly doors I don't take the good ones I just find whores King of this here game I'm the lion, roar Do not tell me about my flow Until you find yours Get it together I cover you red like you fucking spaghetti I'm sipping some specialty Now I got plenty These bitches gonna celebrate All of these bitches gonna throw my confetti I said that I got it Little bitch I been ready Since Billy and Mandy and Ed Ed and Eddy I had this shit since I was cuddling teddys All day and all night like just call me Kid Cudi Woah Who you know stopping the kid Who you know popping like this North Pole? Thank you, Santa I just went and bought ice for my wrist Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Bitch, do you see what he has done to you Skrt Skrt With a V8 engine Got my oil changed Now I got the juice And I be blowing cash I'm paid Need something that's hard to do Just watch what I arrange Ya'll got corny lines, we heard you But you ain't go hard up in the paint I'm stranger things, Eleven Feeling strange since I was 11 God was calling me to something I just didn't have reception Let me work, don't interrupt The whole damn system is corrupt Free A$AP Rocky (Free Flacko) Shoot Swedish cops with a snub Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Bitch, do you see what he has done to you Drop top all up on your bitch