We Can Freak It Lyrics by Kurupt

We Can Freak It Lyrics

    Zzzzz, zzzzz,zzzzz, zzzzz, owwwwww

    Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
    Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
    Dippin down the street on platinum daytons

    [kurupt]
    I been all around the world, japan to aamsterdam
    Hittin like switches
    Dippin, hit the switches, which is
    One reason why i gotta make mine
    Cuz these fools on the street tryin to take mine
    Wassup ladie
    Times gettin 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
    Ridin' with the young og's (og's)
    Dippin 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,
    Cuz 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
    Livin 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 controllin?
    Rollin with my nigga from the pound
    Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
    Make me feel like a g one more
    He once smoked
    For free, now its all about the g's and me

    [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 trippin wit me?
    Won't you kick it with me?
    By my glock
    Combinin nots
    I got me somebody mad as shit
    While all the rest of yall is mad as shit
    I'm dippin down the street in a skyblue bently
    Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
    Ten of the homies made a left
    But they all ride with kurpt, cat, and baby s, so uh

    (chorus until fade)

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