Funk Freakers Lyrics
| Song | Funk Freakers |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggs | |
| Let me introduce myself, | |
| 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 | |
| Rhythms 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 you can feel the flow | |
| On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but they won't last long | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| 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 | |
| Temperature risen, nasal highzen | |
| 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 | |
| WerroSlangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek | |
| Come on, little mutha fuckas betta show respect | |
| An what's next, the big brown takin' ya down | |
| How ya feel, when your sorry ass can't hang with the hill | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| I'm the freaka | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Freese, Muggs | |
| Let me introduce myself, | |
| 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 | |
| Rhythms 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 you can feel the flow | |
| On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but they won' t last long | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| 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 | |
| Temperature risen, nasal highzen | |
| 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 | |
| WerroSlangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek | |
| Come on, little mutha fuckas betta show respect | |
| An what' s next, the big brown takin' ya down | |
| How ya feel, when your sorry ass can' t hang with the hill | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggs | |
| Let me introduce myself, | |
| 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 | |
| Rhythms 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 you can feel the flow | |
| On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but they won' t last long | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| 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 | |
| Temperature risen, nasal highzen | |
| 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 | |
| WerroSlangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek | |
| Come on, little mutha fuckas betta show respect | |
| An what' s next, the big brown takin' ya down | |
| How ya feel, when your sorry ass can' t hang with the hill | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| I' m the freaka | |
| 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 |
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