Freaks Come Out

Lyrics

[Chorus: L.V.] All the freaks come out tonight Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights It's so tough, oh in the "O" so rough Skeez's skirt's the town, so tight All the freaks come out tonight For the dough oh, on the ho stroll [Verse 1: Dru Down] You got some money? (I got a tender) And you can bend her over the table But, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable Say baby, everything was cool in the 80's But now it's the 90's, and oh I got to find me One of them ladies, who be up in the closet Come out on holiday's and birthday's lookin' saucy The party's at the Henry J. Kaiser Ain't nothin', but the X-O, Tanqueray - I can't see no Budweiser Maybe a little bit of Cognac, that's phat A little bit of entertainment partner's that rap No Zapp's - strictly P-I's, V-I's, and Playa O-G's Them little freak nasty's that be rated D-D Be in the town daily in the candy Mercedes, but ain't no freaks in the day I wait for the night for hoes to get tight And wouldn't care if they're in pantie's Or in skin tight leather zebra stripe's — it's midnight [Chorus: L.V.] All the freaks come out tonight Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights It's so tough, oh in the "O" so rough Skeez's skirt's the town, so tight All the freaks come out tonight For the dough oh, on the ho stroll [Verse 2: Yukmouth] (This rap here) It goes for all you player haters (Handcuff your hoes) That goes for all you Captain Save 'Em's Peep my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin' For nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin' I'm in effect mode like I'll be sure to drink X-O Pedal to the metal in the Lexo, so understand How we make 'em shout like Duran Duran, when we step out the Ice Cream van (Biatch!) Don't you hear the music? Trick's just loose it, they wanna hit the fluid But mobb nigga's just do it like Nike, nobody like me No fella's called me, but when I was just broke ass Jerold Ellis They was all jesus, we just nigga's who went from wearin' Fila's To rockin' Coliseums where they mobbed "My Adidas" Strapped up wit heater's, now-a-day nigga's need a mini K-14 To spray nigga's, they say I got more cream [Verse 3: Numskull] Once upon a time in the project's, show Two briddy's had one idea, break a baller from the East O Figured out a plan, Num' is my man, plotted like a gold-digger bitch I ain't got end's, so I get the shit But I gotta change it around... Walked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib Beat the cock up like she was gettin' her ass kicked After that, I got my ass licked and passed it to my homies Once, twice, now every night she want's to bone me She think she own me, talkin' to my nigga 'bout marriage (That's right I don't hear you, blah, blah, blah, marriage) The drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her The next thing I know, she started screwin' my neighbor (Who that be?) And that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her So pimp be do, we ran train on her So she let the fame take on her mind Speak it on her like her Pymp Tyte [Humpty Hump] It's just the same ol' freak after midnight [Chorus: L.V.] Skeez's skirt's the town so tight All the freaks come out tonight For the dough oh, on the ho stroll [Verse 4: Dru Down] Girl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury "Tonight's The Night" like Kris Kross So let's floss, I be in the midnight freak tosser Like saucer, puttin' thangs down, got to plan the man Waitin' for somebody like John Wayne Ready to pop at the Everton wit' long game No old school, say it's like, "Baby, what's your name?" Got at 'em pimpy-doo word's, and I made 'em just for you baby All ready can't see you because you locked up all the time Two close for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes Hit the street's poundin', representin' the West Coast sound One in charge, want to know the name? It's Mr. Down Looks so right, sound's right, lit up the night I never seen you before, so were ya been and where you been hidin'? Probably, havin' a bad relationship, steadily fightin' Came to find me someone like yo' problem solver The man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn't a caller Let's make it right, and the only way to make it right Until the midnight, until the midnight [Chorus: L.V.] All the freaks come out tonight Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights It's so tough, oh in the "O" so rough Skeez's skirt's the town so tight All the freaks come out tonight For the dough oh, on the ho stroll