Funk Freakers

Let me introduce myself I'm the one who rose the cess So don't you forget Bad rolled ya help But you still be trying to push buttons But you ain't nothing, no fronting I bring the level up a little louder In the clubs in the jeeps in the after hours Fools on the street want to feel the funk Lookin for the skunk that's what you want Ya better, sit back and let the track flow Like smoke in your lungs from puffing on the endo Rythems upside ya brain Can ya hang can ya maintain Can ya feel the funk flowing in ya veins Get ya fix and a bag of tricks And the mixer got the stix and stones a few bricks I'm gonna hit em high, he's gonna hit em low Open up your mind so that you can feel the flow On and on till there all gone fools be runing But they won't last long (I'm the freaker) x 8 People always want to get what you got No matter what Can't together themselves in the big hunt In the quest for the crown and the jewels And the cheese muther f*cker please And the mees want to plot against me With envy in there hearts But I rip there sorry arse apart In a minute I can take it to the limit Tempreture rising now so highsing Coming back in with the lows For the fools F*cking up beako's and any body for fools (anybody fools) The number one skunk freaker A cypress hill beaker (the cypress hill sleaker esse) Blowing a hole in your speaker You don't want to test the phero The real one or the wedo Slanging rythems to the ghetto Ya best keep your arse in check (come on) Little muther f*uckers that show respect And what's next the big brown taking you down (and what's next) How you feel when your sorry arse can't hang with the hill (with the hill) (little punk) (I'm the freaker) x4 Can you feel the effects of the chocolate ties Nobody even knows how I kick the flow Slow down coz your coming up to fast You might get smacked down Coz you got no class No code now i'm getting down the road My shits the bomb to explode Take cover you get blown to bits Fades out