KURUPT LYRICS - We Can Freak It

"We Can Freak It"



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

Ridin' 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]