Intro:
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(Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freak it like this)
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*repeat x3*
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Verse 1: Dray
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Well I'ma freakit like this so then my nigga Books is next
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The crew is from the sewer when the crew is Das EFX
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I wrecks cos when I flex I gots ta rip it
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Excuse me if some brew it makes me woozy when I sip it
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I'm wicked so let me kick it, I got my crew in
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I rips just for kicks, I got more dicks than *?Perduin?*
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I pick em, pluck em, stuck em wit my cock an'
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no my name ain't Santa but here's somethin for ya stockin
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I'm rockin, I got'cha Glock and I'm from the under
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Down to take my sound because it's bound to make ya wonder
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Chorus:
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Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this
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Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this
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Well I'ma freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this
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Well I'ma freakit like that, and watch me freakit like this
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Verse 2: Books
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Well I'm freakit like dat wit more maneovers than the Heimlich
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when I rhyme wit the Krayz vertebraes in your spine-git
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Chills, rippin up the skills, I'm like wholesome
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and if the mic was paid so then my dollar run the Boston
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So just work it up and I'll be glad to blast they ass
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out the socket when I rock it like NASA
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and plus I'm gettin hysterical wit my lyrical concoctions
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I take it to the top then hook up pops and
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I'm dope when I'm slingin more hits than the Oakland A's
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I freakit like dat and then I'm swayz
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Chorus:
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Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
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*repeat x3*
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Verse 3: Dray
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Well I'ma freakit like this because I be doper than the dopest
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I focus on the mic and if you like it you can quote this
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I wrote this, I smoke this mic until it's heated
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The kid he tried ta battle me but then he got defeated
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I'm wheated, don't need that, no keep that, no sell-out
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cos if I ever do you know my crew'll get the hell out
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I'm quipped with the lingo, my thing go for days
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I flip it when I rip it cos I like what it pays
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I'm dip dodge dope, y'know I'm gonna get'cha
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cos now I rocks the mic just like a battle was a pitcher
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Chorus:
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Well I'm freakit like that, and I'ma freakit like this
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*repeat x3*
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Verse 4: Books
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Well I'ma freakit like that cos black I bust caps with roughrats
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and plus I does the *?sub dat?*, flip scripts and dust chaps
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off with the quickness, I'm wicked with the propaganda
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and hot damn, I got more props than that Fox Samantha
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The hickory-dick slickest nigga wit the
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raps that sound nifty, wait around to pound sixty
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I'm freakin the rap slurries witta black skullie hat on
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I'm sweepin on chucks like niggas knew me from the platform
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I'm dope when I'm swingin more hits than the Oakland A's
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I freakit like dat and then I'm swayz
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Chorus:
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Well I'ma freakit like this, and I'ma freakit like that
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*repeat x7*
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*shoutouts*
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Freakit
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Das EFX |