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We Can Freak It
Kurupt Lyrics


Zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzz, zzzz, ow
Bounce, rock, roll and skatin'
Bounce, rock, roller
Dippin' down the street on platinum Daytons

I been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
Hittin' like switches
Dippin', hit the switches, which is
One reason why I gotta make mine
'Cause these fools on the street tryna take mine
What's up ladies?
Time's gettin' shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
That's 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

We can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (sex and power)
'Communicated and you know
Know we can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but
Communicate and you know

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 one for free
Now its all about the G's and he

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 that's it
We hit the stash and dash and that's it
We don't flash, we mash, we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch, but uh

We can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (sex and power)
'Communicated and you know
Know we can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but
Communicate and you know

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga

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 y'all is mad as shit
I'm dippin' down the street in a sky-blue Bentley
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies made a left
But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh

We can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (sex and power)
'Communicated and you know
Know we can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but
Communicate and you know

We can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (sex and power)
'Communicated and you know
Know we can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but
Communicate and you know

We can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (sex and power)
'Communicated and you know
Know we can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but
Communicate and you know

We can freak it
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (sex and power)
(Battlecat, how you come up with a beat like this?)
(Baby S, Kurupt, Young Gotti)
(All the ladies driving Mercedes)
(All the niggas with the Bentleys)
(We wear khakis, we all real G's)
(To all my OG's, all my homies)

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andre Wilson, Casey Wilson, David Ware, Kevin Gilliam, Ricardo Brown

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