Freek’n You (Mr. Dalvin’s Freek Mix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef] You got stacks like the International House of Pancakes The man makes motion in bed, watch it stand straight Your phat body, come and build with God-body Hardly any chickenheads, fake jacks or rob by me You's a cover girl, livin' well lady Watch the chrome spin, gorilla grill, check out the million dollar lady GS spins, niggas with all the wins Baby girl, slide in and let the Lex-berg nigga massage your skin What's your name? Lex, last name Diamond Icy earrings shinin' What's your occupation? Crazy rhymin'! You's a queen killer, so I'mma fill you like Exxon Wu and Jodeci is like cuz-ahns You see me posted at the garden party Sweat drippin' on my fly shit, rollin' with some niggas robbin' What? Thousand dollar linx on Yo, shorty got money in the stash, get ya drink on [Verse 2: K-Ci] Every time I close my eyes, I wake up feelin' so horny Can't get you out of my mind, sexin' you is all I need I would give anythin' to make you understand me I don't give a damn about a thing, freek'n you is all I see What must I? [Hook x2] What must I say? (Tell me!) What must I do? To show how much (I think about, I think about) I think about freek'n you Freek'n you, babe [Post-Hook] Tonight, I need your body (I need your body) Tonight, you've got my time (Girl, whatever you want, I would do it) Tonight, you won't be sorry (You, oh-ohhhhh) Tonight, you've got my mind (Ohhh, ohhh, yeahh, yeahh) [Verse 3: JoJo] Shit, I can go on for days, I couldn't go on for weeks I can even play with another body, but it wouldn't last cuz I'm a freak Ahhhhhh, everythin' you say, just adore everythin' you do And now you want to close my eyes, all I want to freak is you [Hook] + [Pre-Hook] [Bridge] Every freek'n night, and every freek'n day I want to freek you, baby, in every freek'n way, yes Every freek'n day, and every freek'n night I want to freek you, baby, your body, so freek'n tight [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] A-yo, sit back, kick up your feet upon my glass table Grab the remote, baby, check my niggas on cable I got the Hey Love album, plus Jodeci Roll this up, the EZ Wider's near the ash tray Full moons, skunk weed up all up in the room You got the munchies? Ice cold milk and Lorna Doones How ya like it, baby? I like it on the sink You freak me, butt-naked in a long mink Yo, I like my Power-U warm, study Islam Play it off, if my wife call, you're my cousin Dawn Solomon had many wives, I see many thighs Stab meat like knives, I'm tranqued by your chinky eyes You raze up, baby, this a stick up, throw your legs up You fake freak in the mornin' 'cause at midnight, you gave up You had me harder than a roll of quarters You felt the snake-head You can't cook, you can't fuck — chick, your act is dead Hit the icebox, wench, grab me a beer-ah Can't explain it no clearer, you be the one lately starin' in the mirror Jodeci style — K-Ci, JoJo, Dalvin, DeVante All day like Harry Belafonte Yo, yes, y'all, yes, check it It be the Wu–Tang, Wu–Tang Jodeci joint, pullin' ladies like a hamstring [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Check this joint, y'all, word up '96, the year 2000 goin' on like cousins Check it out, half-dozens, chickenheads I get to pluckin' Uhh, how you like me now, baby?