Kurupt - We Can Freak It Lyrics
Noreaga:We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it outWe can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out...Verse 1: noreaga/kuruptYou gone thug it out, gangsta styleNigga check it outAyyo my baby moms, hunny let me see my childNiggaz see me in the streets, ask why i don't smileThats why nigga, because my life is a messAnd im sellin records now, but i still feel stressNeva had a legal job, all i sold was drugsAnd i still got my moms and the rest of my thugsBut my pops he aint here, does that seem so foulAnd im drinkin everyday, on the wrong routeAnd cant wait for the day when capone come outNo doubt, my ??? niggaz, thuggin it outTo wut wut, all my niggaz just funk wit kuruptTell then niggaz where they stand at, where they end up wutMy niggaz mash, fom ny to la first classDrinkin don from the bottle, ***** the glassMy niggaz peep itSit back and hold a secretFunk wit kurupt, nigga wutYeah we can freak itFreak sumthin, get sumthin, strip sumthinRip a sic sumthin, my dick a stick sumthinJust try me, see the new millineum cameIm invincible wit my abdominium frameDaminican, ten are gone, poetical pentagonNuttin silenced, they all are violencedThe law story, wars over territoryThe masses, only left kurupt and noreKnown to spit brimstone, fire and magmaWit magnums, and mosts many and mostly semi'sI pays no rent, cars wit no leaseGot eight killas wit badges i pay policeIts a freak fest, east to west, no more warsBomb girls feastless, ***** beaches and ***** shoresBaby soft as peaches, soft as a plumAint no fun if the homies cant have none***** *****...Chorus:No matter what you thinkYou cant see me, if you wanna freak wit me, now do you wanna freak wit meAnd you aint got the skills, to freak with meNow do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit meVerse 2: kurupt/noreagaIm zoned, nore and kurupt on roamAnd we wont stop bustin till capone come homeDirt be followin the presidente of antraWords of war nigga im the black frank sinatraN.o.r.e. nore k.u.r.u.p.t. kuruptPistol ready to thug like wutIm old italian, a violent, gallant, silent, stalionThat stampede, girl i can tell you were freeYo n.o.r.e. thugged out in dpgYou know its only thug niggaz that be *****in wit meSo where the cash at, yo where snoop, and where daz at?Whether you blood or cuzYou a thug or you wuzI get super drunkBoy that niggaz got a buzzSo let me spit on this, yo let me shit on thisThugged out is the label murder you is the clickAnd them *****es dont like us, can suck our dicks, wut???Chourus:No matter what you thinkYou cant see me, if you wanna freak wit me, now do you wanna freak wit meCuz you aint got the skills, to freak with meNow do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit meWe can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out...
