| Intro: ha ha ha ha. |
| this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to yall
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| Funky fuckers
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| Erick sermon:
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| Yalll guess what the fuck is going on now
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| Me and reggie noble, making funk tunes around the global
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| Cause times keeps on slippin, and I get the funk from the kitchen
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| Then commits to ass whippin, there is no time for me to bust it So Im a chill and let red get into a fly poetic justice
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| Redman:
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| Yo, its all in the mind and Im high and I kick it for the do or die
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| On 2 or 1 area code leavin shit blown
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| Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
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| When I feak em, oooh, yes yall I got the mad method can you catch it?
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| And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it Erick sermon:
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| Breaker 1−9, breaker 1−9 representin today
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| Hey, erick sermons on the way
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| Dre gave me a ride so I gangsta lean while drs will put the smoke in my Chest
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| And if you understand me then escape and kick it While the e-double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
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| Its going down, its going way down
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| Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
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| Redman:
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| Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
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| My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap
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| Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick
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| If its mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with
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| I shot the sheriff on the terris
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| And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than ferris
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| Just wrote these raps up in the studio
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| Brothers cant tell and sisters cant hear me no (hear me hoe)
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| Hook:
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| E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the funk (x2)
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| Erick sermon:
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| Someones knockin at my door, yo johnny gill, I need the whole floor
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| So I can get busy remember? |
| and if you dont call michael jackson
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| And don be afraid to ask him, erick sermon got mad tunes
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| No matter what they say, I got more props than richard bay
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| The mind bogglin with the hardcore followin
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| So whats up, cause I dont give a fuck
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| Redman:
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| Whoa, I make you sing with tony braxton
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| 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
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| 1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk
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| Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say «thats the one!»
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| Of coarse Im funky like fat people having intercorse
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| Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
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| Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
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| But let me knock your teeth out
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| When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
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| And Im deeper than nostradomis, when Im in chronic
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| And I leave your kitty cats meowin home made bondage (meow)
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| Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
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| Outro:
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| Ha ha ha. |
| this is dr. |
| trevis comin to yall motherfuckers with some more
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| Raw shit. |
| def squad represntitives. |
| def squad forever, signin off. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freak Out, artist - Erick Sermon. Album song Double Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп