Funk Freakers (Album Version)

Funk Freakers - Cypress Hill

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

I'm the freaka (8X)

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

Motherf**ker please

Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts

But I rip their sorry a** apart

In a minute I can take ya to the limit

Temprature risen nasal highzen

Comin' back in with the lows for the fows

F**kin' 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 a** in cheak

Come on little mutha f**kas betta show respect

An what's next the big brown takin' ya down

How ya feel

When your sorry a** can't hang with the Hill

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