Chris Lowe - Uncut Raw lyrics

Lights, camera (ACTION!) Allow me to lace the showcase The style and the grace on me you gon' see Gladly, from that introduction, you get the percussion Blast you fast there go production Trust, took my top hat off by all means Lay the funk {sh**} down from New Haven to Queens My stage persona, smooth like {marijuana} And I'm off the quote, so take you a toke, don't choke It ain't hard to see me up on the marquee The next award winning academy nominee Chris Lowe your bro, legendary type flow fo' sho' That style right there gon' flow below Put a slop on top, flip flop hip-hop Took a nap for three years, woke up still hot I, slow the roll for the next degree The brother next to me is the Extra P [Large Professor] In top control, when I rock'n'roll {n***az} want to bumrush the dominant soul Jump start is the reflex art, strong hard and cold Chris Lowe, make the rhymes explode In the heat of the night, Large Pro is that excitin sound Get around with the trey-five pound Every time the little lady act fake I frown Shake shake your town, check how I lay it down on the low Bumrush ya show, like I said once befo' Large Pro in the house, Chris Lowe Let it connect, yo Connecticut Make some noise when I kick it to the girls and boys That's rough and on the corner, puffin {marijuana} Ha yeah, gettin paid up front, forever on and beyond Pa** the baton, to my {n***a} and relax Count stacks, Extra P is a don [Chorus 2X: Chris Lowe] Uncut action, pure satisfaction Wild, bustin out of the frame with the style Uncut action, pure satisfaction Wild, bustin out of the frame with the style [Chris Lowe] Bust out the frame, blast off top speed The super soul seeker, funky stoned fiend 'Bout to funk you with this yo split the scene Your flabbergast a** is lost, that's what I mean This here gon' be heard from the front to the rear No doubt, slicked out, for the grand premier Devestatin to your mind, freakin what you can't hear Why'all know, Chris Lowe gon' be stuck in your ears See why'all be seein wha**up, peep it out like a fox Pop it in and out on {n***az} like a jack in the box One time, and you don't stop So get down, to the sound you see I got the beats that lie, got the beats galo' Got the beats that you never ever heard before Now if you say you heard my beats, we gon' have to fight 'Cause I just looped up the funk {sh**} last night [Chorus: x 2]