*featuring Noreaga
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[Noreaga:]
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We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out
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We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out...
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[Verse 1: Noreaga/Kurupt]
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You gone thug it out, gangsta style
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Nigga check it out
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Ayyo my baby moms, hunny let me see my child
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Niggaz see me in the streets, ask why i don't smile
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Thats why nigga, because my life is a mess
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And Im sellin records now, but i still feel stress
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Neva had a legal job, all i sold was drugs
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And I still got my moms and the rest of my thugs
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But my pops he aint here, does that seem so foul
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And im drinkin everyday, on the wrong route
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And cant wait for the day when Capone come out
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No doubt, my ?? niggaz, thuggin it out
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To wut wut, all my niggaz just funk wit Kurupt
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Tell then niggaz where they stand at, where they end up wut
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My niggaz mash, fom NY to LA first class
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Drinkin Don from the bottle, fuck the glass
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My niggaz peep it
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Sit back and hold a secret
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Funk wit Kurupt, nigga wut
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Yeah we can freak it
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Freak sumthin, get sumthin, strip sumthin
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Rip a sic sumthin, my dick a stick sumthin
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Just try me, see the new millineum came
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Im invincible wit my abdominium frame
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Daminican, ten are gone, poetical pentagon
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Nuttin silenced, they all are violenced
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The law story, wars over territory
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The masses, only left Kurupt and Nore
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Known to spit brimstone, fire and magma
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Wit magnums, and mosts many and mostly semi's
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I pays no rent, cars wit no lease
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Got eight killas wit badges I pay police
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Its a freak fest, east to west, no more wars
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Bomb girls feastless, nude beaches and nude shores
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Baby soft as peaches, soft as a plum
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Aint no fun if the homies cant have none
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Bitch Bitch...
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[chorus:]
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No matter what you think
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You cant see me, If you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me
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And you aint got the skills, to freak with me
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Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me
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[Verse 2: Kurupt/Noreaga]
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Im zoned, Nore and Kurupt on roam
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And we wont stop bustin till Capone come home
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Dirt be followin the presidente of ANTRA
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Words of war nigga Im the black Frank Sinatra
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N.O.R.E. Nore K.U.R.U.P.T. Kurupt
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Pistol ready to thug like wut
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Im old Italian, a violent, gallant, silent, stalion
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That stampede, girl i can tell you were free
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Yo N.O.R.E. thugged out in DPG
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You know its only thug niggaz that be fuckin wit me
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So where the cash at, yo where Snoop, and where Daz at?
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Whether you blood or cuz
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You a thug or you wuz
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I get super drunk
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Boy that niggaz got a buzz
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So let me spit on this, yo let me shit on this
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Thugged out is the label murder you is the click
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And them bitches dont like us, can suck our dicks, wut??
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[chorus:]
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No matter what you think
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You cant see me, If you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me
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Cuz you aint got the skills, to freak with me
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Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me
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We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out...
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We Can Freak It (NY Remix)
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Kurupt |