Cypress Hill - Freak 2 The Funk | Текст песни

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[Sen Dog]
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk

[B-Real]
Let me see yo' hands up high
You and I, homie, don't see eye to eye
Why can't we all just hit a bong?
When you can bring it on, just bring it on
It's the elaquent, cut in ya speaker
Flip it up, throw the number one funk freaker
Cause I kick the rhythm to the side of ya brain
Soak the funk up to move ya blood flowin' in ya vains
It's that Cypress Hill, at yo' will, line 'em up, flavour
See if you can tryna let action nigga on the fader
Run ya cues, run ya freak and ya mic tools
As I beat ya phuckin' ass out on the street
(Yeahh!) I'ma get you what you want
Poof! Sit back, it's a freak to tha funk

[Hook]
(I'm the freaker, the one that freaks the funk)[repeat]
Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk
Freak-ehh

[Verse 2: Sen Dog]
I'm the individual with the bi- linguals
And I - freak this funk to the end and I finish off
Cause I got them homies waiting in the prente
'Bout to take a ride and roll up some hente
You don't know me and you don't know my trigger
(In '95 you can't fuck with a nigga!)
Oh my god, look at these fools tryna act hard
Isn't it odd, that they pulled that card
Thirty-one flavours of funk, hold to ya dude
And ya neighbor when I hit the skunk
Bow down to the mad dog, dirty dog
Rollin' in on the funk like I'm on a hog

[Hook]
(I'm the freaker, the one that freaks the funk)[repeat throughout]
Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk

(Playing around with funk freaker/freak tha funk)

[Verse 3: B-Real]
You're lookin' at the voodoo master
With the funk to plaster
Up punk ass nigga when I have to
Rollin' in the mind of the wicked
Slick and slide don't drive when I kick it
What you wanna do, it's that way fool
I mean heck you gonna do thug, when you got no tools?
No skills, no funk, no feels
But still you wanna run up on the hill?
Let me give you what you deserve
Phuck the nigga with nerves in my party with no herb
Everybody want to hit the blunt, but nobody wanna share it
Tear it up - So I just keep on with my skunk
Now everybody wanna just freak to tha funk

[Hook]

[Sen Dog]
First you find the funk, so you can freak the funk
And remember, there is never no funk that's unfreakable
You must freak every frunk, to the style of funk
You must freak it

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