Cypress Hill - Funk Freakers Lyrics
Verse one: b-realLet me introduce my selfIm the one who rules the setSo dont you forgetBad for ya health but ya still be tryin ta push buttonsBut you aint nothin, no frontinI bring the level up a little louderIn the clubs, an the jeeps an the after hoursFools on the street wanna feel the funkLookin for the skunk thats whatcha wantYa betta, sit back and let the track flowLike smoke in ya lungs from puffin on the indoRythems upsidecha brain, can ya hang, can maintainCan ya feel the funk flowin in ya veinsGetcha fix and ya bag of tricksIn tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricksIm gonna hit em highHes gonna hit em lowOpen up ya mind so thatchu can feel the flowOn, an on till there all goneFools be runnin but they wont last longChorus:Im the freaka (8x)Verse two: b-realPeople always wanna get what you got, no matta whatCant take care of themselves in the big huntIn the quest for the crownAn the jewels, and the cheeseMother*****er pleaseEnemies wanna plot against me with envy in they heartsBut, I rip their sorry ass apartIn a minute, I can take ya to the limitTemprature risen, nasal highzenVerse three: sen dogComin back in with the lows, for the fows*****in up egos, an anybody, opposeThe numba one skunk freaka, the cypress hill cliquaBlowin a hole in tha speakerYou dont wanna dis the perro, the real one, or the werroSlangin rythems through the ghettoYa best keep ya ass in cheakCome on little mutha *****as betta show respectAn whats next, the big brown takin ya downHow ya feel (how ya feel punk)When your sorry ass cant hang with the hillChorus: 1/2Outro: b-realCan ya feel the effects of the chocolate tideNobody even knows how I kick the flowSlow down, cause ya commin up too fastYa might get smacked down cause ya got no class[fades out]
