Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Undercover Freaks (feat. Too Short & T-Rock), artist - Tear Da Club Up Thugs. Date of issue: 31.10.2000
Record label: Sony
Song language: English
Undercover Freaks (feat. Too Short & T-Rock) |
| Short Dog’s in the house |
| You know it’s the same all the way from Oakland to Memphis |
| Hoe’s hella freaky man |
| But you know what |
| They always trying to front |
| Play the role like they ain’t |
| But you know what baby you could be undercover with it |
| You know why? |
| Cause I know you a freak, beatch |
| Bitch call it quits and get the fuck out the line |
| Saw my viper, hit the salon and lost your mind |
| You come in T-shirt and jeans not really looking my best |
| Because the diamonds they grade and my presidential Rolex |
| Sending me gifts and shit trying to be my baby |
| Buying me mink’s and shit trying to be my lady |
| Trying your best to make your way in my life |
| Take that mask off ho |
| You’re undercover freaky for life |
| You sacrifice to get what you want you do what you gotta |
| What’s the dilly young really you’re the perfect man hader |
| Flag capper |
| A girl that used to be lazy |
| Officially turn me on my stomach and I damn near went crazy |
| I’m not the type and never been the kind to brag on my sex |
| I’m giving credit where credit is due, you damn near the best |
| I found out later that your game was strictly undercover |
| But found out early that your mouth do the best work under covers |
| For those that be lying through they teeth I can see it |
| You claim you a virgin but you a freak and I can feel it |
| You play in the game were you get killed if you cheating |
| You after these pimp niggas (?) |
| Bitch please, just think, concentrate before you complicate |
| Matters with that chitter-chatter |
| Your talents no challenge |
| I have mastered, can tell by the twitching in your hands |
| From this back massage got you full of (?) |
| For this act, trust in my bed, think I misled |
| Bitch I ain’t heard much of what 'cha said on the phone |
| So I suppose ho |
| I’m the myracist vocal |
| We just a choke hold, just a lethal hold |
| Out the truck |
| Busta see ya |
| An undercover on the dubba always trying to charge a brotha |
| Call me late night, spark a Philly |
| R-Kelly, I jack the brother |
| Coming from the pit of Memphis |
| Hypnotize medallion glisten |
| Ho don’t play the role like you a (?) |
| Cause I know you trickin' |
| Check yo boy identify |
| The one that used to struggle stride |
| Leave, you need to check the ride |
| Fifty thousand round our sign |
| Businessmen not business junk |
| Break a case to keep 'em crunk |
| Heard my niggas run a train they said you funky like a skunk |
| You know these hoe’s don’t phase |
| Never could play me |
| I got the game memorized from A to Z |
| Square ass ho, think I don’t know |
| What 'cha, what 'cha gonna do when I close the door |
| Say no, I don’t think so beatch |
| You know you all about that freaky shit |
| Never hesitate to make a nigga cum |
| If you’re anywhere around I know I’m gettin' some |
| That’s the only way |
| Face on the mattress |
| Call me daddy while I hit it from the back bitch |
| Is she freaky |
| I’m fuckin' with her |
| Save that 4 corner shit for them other niggas |
| Actin' square, playin' the role |
| Knowin' you a average everyday ho |
| You need to stop tryin' to be sneaky |
| Cause all the homies already know you’re freaky |
| Chorus (fade to next song) |