Funk Freakers

Lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Real] Let me introduce myself I'm the one who rules the set So don't you forget Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' to push buttons But you ain't nothin', no frontin' I bring the level up a little louder In the clubs, in' 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 an' let the track flow Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can ya maintain Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins Get'cha fix an' a bag of tricks In tha mix I got the stix an' stones an' 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 'til they're all gone Fools be runnin' but they won't last long [Chorus] I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka [Verse 2: 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, an' 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 Temperature risin', nasal high zen [Verse 3: Sen Dog] Comin' back in with the lows, for the foes Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody who oppose The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua Blowin' a hole in the speaker You don't wanna diss the Perro, the Real One, or the Guerro Slangin' rhythms thro' the ghetto Ya best keep ya ass in check Come on little muthafuckas betta show respect An' what's 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] I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka I'm the freaka [Outro: B-Real] Can ya feel the effects of the Chocolate Thai Nobody even knows how I kick the flow Slow down, 'cause ya comin' up too fast Ya might get smacked down 'cause ya got no class