We can freak it out wut we can freak it out We can freak it out wut we can freak it out...
Verse 1: noreaga/kurupt
You gone thug it out gangsta style Nigga check it out
Ayyo my baby moms hunny let me see my child Niggaz see me in the streets ask why i don't smile Thats why nigga because my life is a mess And im sellin records now but i still feel stress Neva had a legal job, all i sold was drugs And i still got my moms and the rest of my thugs But my pops he aint here, does that seem so foul And im drinkin everyday, on the wrong route And cant wait for the day when capone come out No doubt, my ??? niggaz, thuggin it out To wut wut, all my niggaz just funk wit kurupt Tell then niggaz where they stand at, where they end up wut My niggaz mash, fom ny to la first class Drinkin don from the bottle, f*** the glass My niggaz peep it Sit back and hold a secret Funk wit kurupt, nigga wut Yeah we can freak it
Freak sumthin, get sumthin, strip sumthin Rip a sic sumthin, my dick a stick sumthin Just try me, see the new millineum came Im invincible wit my abdominium frame Daminican, ten are gone, poetical pentagon Nuttin silenced, they all are violenced The law story, wars over territory The masses, only left kurupt and nore Known to spit brimstone, fire and magma Wit magnums, and mosts many and mostly semi's I pays no rent, cars wit no lease Got eight killas wit badges i pay police Its a freak fest, east to west, no more wars Bomb girls feastless, nude beaches and nude shores Baby soft as peaches, soft as a plum Aint no fun if the homies cant have none Bitch bitch...
Chorus: No matter what you think You cant see me, if you wanna freak wit me, now do you wanna freak wit me And you aint got the skills, to freak with me Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me
Verse 2: kurupt/noreaga
Im zoned, nore and kurupt on roam And we wont stop bustin till capone come home Dirt be followin the presidente of antra Words of war nigga im the black frank sinatra N.o.r.e. nore k.u.r.u.p.t. kurupt Pistol ready to thug like wut Im old italian, a violent, gallant, silent, stalion That stampede, girl i can tell you were free
Yo n.o.r.e. thugged out in dpg You know its only thug niggaz that be fuc*** wit me So where the cash at, yo where snoop, and where daz at? Whether you blood or cuz You a thug or you wuz I get super drunk Boy that niggaz got a buzz So let me spit on this, yo let me shit on this Thugged out is the label murder you is the click And them bitches dont like us, can suck our dicks, wut???
Chourus: No matter what you think You cant see me, if you wanna freak wit me, now do you wanna freak wit me Cuz you aint got the skills, to freak with me Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me