We Can Freak It (Out)

Lyrics

Noreaga: We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out... Verse 1: Noreaga/Kurupt Kurupt the kingpin We all thuggered out, gangsta style Nigga to the south Ayyo my baby moms hardly let me see my child Niggas see me in the streets, ask why I don't smile That's why nigga, because my life is a mess And I'm selling records now, but I still feel stress Never had a legal job, all I sold was drugs And I still got my moms and the rest of my thugs But my pops ain't here, does that seem so foul? And I'm drinking everyday, on the wrong route And can't wait for the day when Capone come out No doubt, my M.U. niggas, thuggin it out To wut wut, all my niggas just fuck wit Kurupt Tell then niggas where they stand at, where they end up wut My niggas mash, fom NY to LA first class Drinking Don out the bottle, fuck a glass My niggas peep it Sit back and hold a secret Fucking Kurupt, nigga wut Yeah we can freak it Freak sumthin, get sumthin, strip sumthin Quick sumthin sumthin, my dick could stick sumthin Just try me, see the new millennium came I'm invincible wit my abdominium frame The men are gone, ten are gone, poetical pentagon Nothing silenced, they all unviolenced The law story, wars over territory The masses, only left Kurupt and Nore Known to spit brimstone, fire and magma Wit magnums, and mulit minis and multi semis I pays no rent, cars wit no lease Got eight killers wit badges I pay police Its a freak fest, east to west, no more wars Bomb girls feastless, nude beaches and nude shores Baby soft as peaches, soft as a plum Ain't no fun if the homies can't have none Bitch Bitch... Chorus: No matter what you think, you can't see me If you wanna freak wit me, now do you wanna freak wit me? And you ain't got the skills, to freak with me Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me? Verse 2: Kurupt/Noreaga I'm zoned, Nore and Kurupt on roam And we won't stop bustin till Capone come home Dirt be followin the presidente of ANTRA Words of war nigga I'm the black Frank Sinatra N.O.R.E. Nore K.U.R.U.P.T. Kurupt Pistols ready to thump like wut I'm old Italian, a violent, gallant, silent, stallion That stampede, girl I can tell you were free Yo N.O.R.E. thugged out in DPG You know its only thug niggas that be fuckin wit me So where the cash at, yo where Snoop, and where Daz at? Whether you blood or cuz You a thug or you was I get super drunk Boy that niggas got a buzz So let me spit on this, yo let me shit on this Thugged out is the label murder you is the clicque And them bitches don't like us, can suck our dicks, wut??? Chourus: No matter what you think, you can't see me If you wanna freak wit me, now do you wanna freak wit me? Cuz you ain't got the skills, to freak with me So do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me? We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out... From East coast to West coast Y'all know how the fuck we do We did it I can't give you what you gave to me