[Intro]
"Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing"
You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy
(I like the way you talk)

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah)
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (That shit is banging, that shit is banging)

[Verse 1]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Give me the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now (That shit is banging)
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground
For any MC in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down (That shit is banging)
(I like the way you talk)
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

[Backwards verse incorporating part of Verse Two]

[Verse 2]
See, when a n***a say that he likes it raw
Keeping it dirty, down to the floor
See, my name is the ODB
And I'll beat your ass
For the ladies who know me, tell them who the fuck I be
For the n***as who know me, tell them who the fuck I be
Huh, my style comes down on y'all like rock (Sitting on the dock of the bay)
By the dock
Come by the flock (But don't go)
By the brick, by the block
Got East coast locked down, padlock
My Zu n***as be all O-ed down by the flock
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

[Verse 3]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Give me the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground
For any MC in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down
[Interlude]
Yo, y'all know the lyrics
Come on, sing with me

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (Shi-shimmy, shi-shi—)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Give me the mic so I can take it away
Shimmy shimmy ya

[Outro]
"Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing"
You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy
(I like the way you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk)