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 |