| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
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| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
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| Girl I feel the way you love me, hold me at night and hug me
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| You got the phone from my pocket to beep me and bug me
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| Forget the do rag, I ain’t no thug, gee, I’m more bugged gee
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| Sleep in the bathtub, get rid of the waterbed
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| Move your thongs out to the side
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| Forget the the room, hotel lobby, I bone on the rug, gee
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| Reset the tripod, filming women like Rocco
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| Putting their hands between their legs, with ecstasy
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| I feed the girls like cats, Purina to go
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| Here’s your bowl, they always jump out the shower
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| Doggystyle on the couch, with their heads shedding on my pants
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| Rubbing next to me, you pay me, I’ll pull out a ??? |
| gee
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| You changed up on me, now you gotta pee
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| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
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| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
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| Trojans in the green pack, you lay on the kitchen table
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| And lean back, fruit cocktail and pancakes syrup
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| Flow down your butt crack, ice-cream around your pelvis
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| You’re a star, baby, buy a ticket from New York
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| You wanna meet guys like me, directors in Hollywood, you wanna sell this
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| Win awards in Vegas, slide your g-strings off
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| You’re wit' the top film makers, mid-town traffic
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| I’m meeting with Black Tail, you’re talking to fakers
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| I own a factory, my workers are thong makers
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| Black woman with Carribean shakers
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| I’ve been doin this since Time Square Arcades had Space Invaders
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| Removing your panties off slow on Penn Station escalators
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| I love lesbians, they’re not haters
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| Hunny, you graduated to booty shorts
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| Hands around the missal, you made it to the majors
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| Pick a condom, cherry, strawberry, blue-berry
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| I got all flavors (I got all the flavors…)
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| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
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| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
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| You make the appetizers, I’ma re-connect the DVDs
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| The television is clear, Ghetto Booty in progress
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| Adjust the atennas, hunny, no need for cable
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| I fix the triple X wires, don’t lie if you’re on your time of the month
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| You don’t have to rush, cause internal problems can hold
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| I don’t want the room to smell like car tires, I’m sipping Stolichnayas
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| Butterscotch, soaking your g-spot area from Breyer’s
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| Don’t fool yourself with the toys under your bed — you’re deniers
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| No time to hurt you, they’re looking for screamers, I’m looking for cryers
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| Admire your bed sheet you’re on
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| Careful planning, the one I need to teach you on
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| No regular movie, I rather watch porn
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| Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
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| Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Am Computer , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп