Lyrics Freak Out - Erick Sermon

Freak Out

Intro: ha ha ha ha.
this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to yall
Funky fuckers
Erick sermon:
Yalll guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and reggie noble, making funk tunes around the global
Cause times keeps on slippin, and I get the funk from the kitchen
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
Redman:
Yo, its all in the mind and Im high and I kick it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code leavin shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
When I feak em, oooh, yes yall I got the mad method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it Erick sermon:
Breaker 1−9, breaker 1−9 representin today
Hey, erick sermons on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I gangsta lean while drs will put the smoke in my Chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it While the e-double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
Its going down, its going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Redman:
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick
If its mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with
I shot the sheriff on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers cant tell and sisters cant hear me no (hear me hoe)
Hook:
E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the funk (x2)
Erick sermon:
Someones knockin at my door, yo johnny gill, I need the whole floor
So I can get busy remember?
and if you dont call michael jackson
And don be afraid to ask him, erick sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say, I got more props than richard bay
The mind bogglin with the hardcore followin
So whats up, cause I dont give a fuck
Redman:
Whoa, I make you sing with tony braxton
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
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say «thats the one!»
Of coarse Im funky like fat people having intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
But let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
And Im deeper than nostradomis, when Im in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin home made bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
Outro:
Ha ha ha.
this is dr.
trevis comin to yall motherfuckers with some more
Raw shit.
def squad represntitives.
def squad forever, signin off.