Funk Freakers — текст песни (Cypress Hill)


Verse One: B Real

Let me introduce my self
I`m the one who rules the set
So don`t you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin` ta push buttons
But you ain`t nothin` no frontin
I bring the level up a little louder
In the clubs an` the jeeps an` the after hours
Fools on the street wanna feel the funk
Lookin for the `skunk` that`s what`cha want
Ya betta sit back and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin` on the indo
Rythems upside`cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain
Can ya feel the funk flowin` in ya veins
Get`cha fix and ya bag of tricks
In tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricks
I`m gonna hit `em high
He`s gonna hit `em low
Open up ya mind so that`chu can feel the flow
On, an` on till there all gone
Fools be runnin` but they won`t last long

Chorus:

I`m the freaka (8X)

Verse Two: B-Real

People always wanna get what you got, no matta what
Can`t take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown
An` the jewels, and the cheese
Motherfucker please
Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts
But, I rip their sorry ass apart
In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
Temprature risen, nasal highzen

Verse Three: Sen Dog

Comin` back in with the lows, for the fows
Fuckin` up egos, an` anybody, oppose
The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin` a hole in tha speaker
You don`t wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
Slangin` rythems through the ghetto
Ya best keep ya ass in cheak
Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect
An whats next, the big brown takin` ya down
How ya feel (how ya feel punk)
When your sorry ass can`t hang with the Hill

Chorus: 1/2

Outro: B-Real

Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide
Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
Slow down, cause ya commin` up too fast
Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class
[Fades out]



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