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FUNK FREAKERS
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FUNK FREAKERS,
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Verse one: b-real
Let me introduce my self
i'm the one who rules the set
so don't you forget
bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
but you ain't nothin', no frontin
i bring the level up a little louder
in the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours
fools on the street wanna feel the funk
lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want
ya betta, sit back and let the track flow
like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
rythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain
can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins
get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks
in tha mix i got the stix and stones a few bricks
i'm gonna hit 'em high
he's gonna hit 'em low
open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow
on, an' on till there all gone
fools be runnin' but they won't last long
Chorus:
I'm the freaka (8x)
Verse two: b-real
People always wanna get what you got, no matta what
can't take care of themselves in the big hunt
in the quest for the crown
an' the jewels, and the cheese
motherfucker please
enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts
but, i rip their sorry ass apart
in a minute, i can take ya to the limit
temprature risen, nasal highzen
Verse three: sen dog
Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows
fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose
the numba one skunk freaka, the cypress hill cliqua
blowin' a hole in tha speaker
you don't wanna dis the perro, the real one, or the werro
slangin' rythems through the ghetto
ya best keep ya ass in cheak
come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect
an whats next, the big brown takin' ya down
how ya feel (how ya feel punk)
when your sorry ass can't hang with the hill
Chorus: 1/2
Outro: b-real
Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide
nobody even knows how i kick the flow
slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast
ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class
[fades out]
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Verse one: b-real Let me introduce my self i'm the one who rules the set so don't you forget bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons but you ain't nothin', no frontin i bring the level up a little louder in the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours fools on the street wanna feel the funk lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want ya betta, sit back and let the track flow like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo rythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks in tha mix i got the stix and stones a few bricks i'm gonna hit 'em high he's gonna hit 'em low open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow on, an' on till there all gone fools be runnin' but they won't last long Chorus: I'm the freaka (8x) Verse two: b-real People always wanna get what you got, no matta what can't take care of themselves in the big hunt in the quest for the crown an' the jewels, and the cheese motherfucker please enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts but, i rip their sorry ass apart in a minute, i can take ya to the limit temprature risen, nasal highzen Verse three: sen dog Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose the numba one skunk freaka, the cypress hill cliqua blowin' a hole in tha speaker you don't wanna dis the perro, the real one, or the werro slangin' rythems through the ghetto ya best keep ya ass in cheak come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect an whats next, the big brown takin' ya down how ya feel (how ya feel punk) when your sorry ass can't hang with the hill Chorus: 1/2 Outro: b-real Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide nobody even knows how i kick the flow slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class [fades out]
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