Erick Sermon, Redman - Freak Out lyrics
[Erick Sermon, Redman - Freak Out lyrics]
Ha ha ha ha! This is Dr trevis
Giving a phone call to y'all funky fuckers
Y'all guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and Reggie Noble
Making funk tunes around the global
Cause times keeps on slippin'
And I get the funk from the kitchen
Then commit's to ass whippin'
There is no time for me to bust it
So I'm a chill and let Red
Get into a fly poetic justice
Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and
I kick it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code, leavin' shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring
The creature out your preacher
And I make girls act like they can't
Find they shoes when I freak 'em
Oooh, yes y'all I got the mad
Method can you catch it?
And if your ear's not tuned in then adjust it
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
Hey, Erick Sermon's on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while
DRS will put the smoke in my chest
And if you understand me then
Escape and kick it
While the E-Double gets wicked
With your brain twisted
It's going down, it's going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Boogie boogie to boogie to bang
Boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks
In effort if it's BMI or ASCAP
Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick
If it's mixed with that same funky sticky
Stuff I roll my spliffs with
I shot the sheriff on the terrace
And I kick the funk like these to
Have more off days than Ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters
Can't hear me though (hear me ho)
E got the funk, Red got the funk
Red got the funk, E got the funk
E got the funk, Red got the funk
Red got the funk, E got the funk
Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill
I need the whole floor
So I can get busy remember? And
If you don't call Michael Jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him
Erick Sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say
I got more props than Richard Bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck
Whoa, I make you sing with Toni Braxton
I tear the shreds out of jams
In stadiums when it's packed in
Back up boy you messing with the
Rudeboy yes I told ya
I rock leather jacks with Timbs
Sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm
The 'boom-kick' like a Biz cut
One twos and skirts'll lift up
E got the funk and Red got the funk
Pop the trunk i got blocks of funk to make
A victim say "That's the one!" of course
I'm funky like fat people having intercourse
Basically the funk's stuck in your teeth
So get your dental floss oh oh, freak out
20 & over let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I made my
Tree house to a weed house
And I'm deeper than Nostradamus
Swimming in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats
Meow in home made bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch ha ha ha!
This is Dr trevis comin' to y'all
Motherfuckers with some more raw shit
Def Squad representatives def Squad forever!
Signin' off
Giving a phone call to y'all funky fuckers
Y'all guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and Reggie Noble
Making funk tunes around the global
Cause times keeps on slippin'
And I get the funk from the kitchen
Then commit's to ass whippin'
There is no time for me to bust it
So I'm a chill and let Red
Get into a fly poetic justice
Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and
I kick it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code, leavin' shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring
The creature out your preacher
And I make girls act like they can't
Find they shoes when I freak 'em
Oooh, yes y'all I got the mad
Method can you catch it?
And if your ear's not tuned in then adjust it
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
Hey, Erick Sermon's on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while
DRS will put the smoke in my chest
And if you understand me then
Escape and kick it
While the E-Double gets wicked
With your brain twisted
It's going down, it's going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Boogie boogie to boogie to bang
Boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks
In effort if it's BMI or ASCAP
Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick
If it's mixed with that same funky sticky
Stuff I roll my spliffs with
I shot the sheriff on the terrace
And I kick the funk like these to
Have more off days than Ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters
Can't hear me though (hear me ho)
E got the funk, Red got the funk
Red got the funk, E got the funk
E got the funk, Red got the funk
Red got the funk, E got the funk
Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill
I need the whole floor
So I can get busy remember? And
If you don't call Michael Jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him
Erick Sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say
I got more props than Richard Bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck
Whoa, I make you sing with Toni Braxton
I tear the shreds out of jams
In stadiums when it's packed in
Back up boy you messing with the
Rudeboy yes I told ya
I rock leather jacks with Timbs
Sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm
The 'boom-kick' like a Biz cut
One twos and skirts'll lift up
E got the funk and Red got the funk
Pop the trunk i got blocks of funk to make
A victim say "That's the one!" of course
I'm funky like fat people having intercourse
Basically the funk's stuck in your teeth
So get your dental floss oh oh, freak out
20 & over let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I made my
Tree house to a weed house
And I'm deeper than Nostradamus
Swimming in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats
Meow in home made bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch ha ha ha!
This is Dr trevis comin' to y'all
Motherfuckers with some more raw shit
Def Squad representatives def Squad forever!
Signin' off