Freak Out Lyrics by Erick Sermon

Freak Out Lyrics

    Intro:ha ha ha ha. this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to y'all
    Funky fuckers

    Erick sermon:
    Y'alll 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 commits 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

    Redman:
    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 preacher out the teacher
    When i feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all i got the mad method can you catch it?
    And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it

    Erick sermon:
    Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
    Hey, erick sermons 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 wiht your brain twisted
    It's going down, it's going way down
    Go get the 4 pound and boogie down

    Redman:
    Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
    My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap
    Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick
    If it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit i roll my splifs with
    I shot the sheriff on the terris
    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 no (hear me hoe)

    Hook:
    E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the funk (x2)

    Erick sermon:
    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

    Redman:
    Whoa, i make you sing with tony braxton
    I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
    Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes i told ya
    I rock leather jacks with tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
    Hold up! this is a stick up, i spark the izm with ? like a bizcut
    1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk
    Pop the trunk, i get blocks of funk to make victims say "that's the one!"
    Of coarse i'm funky like fat people having intercorse
    Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
    Oh oh, freak out, 20 i know
    But let me knock your teeth out
    When i was young i turned my tree house into a weed house
    And i'm deeper than nostradomis, when i'm in chronic
    And i leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)
    Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch

    Outro:
    Ha ha ha. this is dr. trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more
    Raw shit. def squad represntitives. def squad forever, signin' off.

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