Lyrics:

Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ''ya door (3x)Start to scream out loud, Cream Team''s back for more(Raekwon:)900 dollars on the glass tableWally Clark Gable unableBlow it on a grey goosePicture that, elephant skinCardier glasses dimWhat''s that? Gold around the rimHollywoodizin'', without goin'' HollywoodPolly for all, Cream Team playas in the hoodStop that scrutenizin'', naturizeSee my paper rise, promotin it at Lakeshore DriveTrickin'' at the shark bar, GodMake sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you AllahRare start grappin the hair, playin'' Cuban LinxSpinnin'' like the swivel chair, yeaNo questionThe peeps flippin'', actin like she wanted me to pipe herAnd they got you jealous, claimin'' that you never liked herThen I found out y''all was too many dykersNow I''m hyper, beggin'' you to hook me with a cypherSee me in the tunnel and you trouble meGet my dick hard dancin, sippin'' my bubblyYo, beat me in the head, talkin'' ''bout how you got a manThat can''t get freaky as I wanna beNo talk, Giant Size in the gameColt 45, appliance in the gameTyra''s in the game, huh?Relyin'' on money, to make sure that my environment changeYes, the shit is raw, comin'' at ''ya door (3x)Start to scream out loud, Cream Team''s back for more(Repeat)2:15 and I''m blasted, smack that ass kidLight skin, what up? Stop splashin''Slang got niggas in the choke holdFreakin'' their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yoWu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin, bets play thatPing-pong champion cats, what?Chantin'' out Walk MyersYo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz with $10,000 in flyers(Baby Thad:)The squellin'' I''m for in the six range thingsMake the loyaliest cats, Flipmode do strange thingsSwitch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciersStay phat in it(Chip Banks:)Man, I can''t stand them chicks, I dig for VansonPlay a brother close to Puff is BransonIce work, gleamin'' I''m catchin'' them, glancinI play ''em no mon'', ''bout to bar dance ''emWhite bitches with Banky like, You handsomeFlyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansionOnly one way you spendin'' the night in here tonightIf your head is right(Raekwon:)Dance turn into a romance (2x)Get up, get down, move around, cover groundThrow it on the brother now, you sworeI had your mother on the groundHigh rollers that know usCrisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock Polo''sHere they hold they shoulders, yoLay it like a chain be on, we on Cream TeamPlay on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon(Repeat Chorus 3x)