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Kurupt

We Can Freak It

 

We Can Freak It

(الألبوم: Kuruption! - 1998)


Zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz, owwwwww

Bounce, rock, roll, and skating
Bounce, rock, roll, and skating
Dipping down the street on platinum daytons

[Kurupt]
I been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
Hitting like switches
Dipping, hit the switches, which is
One reason why i gotta make mine
Cause these fools on the street trying to take mine
Wassup lady
Time's getting shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
Thats why I'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But i'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me and baby s got it macked to the tee
Just ride with me
Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez
Riding with the young og's (og's)
Dipping down shaw, fuck all of y'all
As i bounce rock skate on threes

[Chorus]
We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but,
Cause since i came and you know [x2]

[Verse 2: Baby S, Kurupt]

[Baby S]
Let me tell you how i started on the grind for mine
Living life in my rear view
S, nigga hear you
About to drop the bomb
Record one and blue calm, and yukons
And john hook my shit up bomb
Who controlling?
Rollin with my nigga from the pound
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a g once more
He once smoked
For free, now it's all about the g's and heat

[Kurupt]
Oh yeah!
Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis nigga, fuck jeans
I'm sure all the g's know what i mean
Lil locs, young g's and og's
We on the smash for cash and thats it
We hit the stash and dash and thats it
We don't flash we mash we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh

[Chorus]
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8]
Why you tripping wit me?
Won't you kick it with me?
By my block
Combine da knots
I got me somebody bad as shit
While all the rest of yall is mad as shit
I'm dipping down the street in a skyblue Bentley
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies, maybe less
But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh

[Chorus until fade]

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