69 Boyz - Freak You Down 2 Da Ba** lyrics

Yeah we very different that I cant deny Yous a big city girl and imma country guy You represent the north so you love hip- hop And I'm straight up out the south so imma bout that drop But lets get real for a minute baby look at my face And tell me have you ever been queen to ba** So has a man ever made you buckle up at your knees By the way he slowly ate your macorronni and cheese If not then I suggest we go under my suite Get a knock and ill none of talking and turn back my sheets Get a radio and put one one of C.C.s beats Then lay your body down as I proceed to breed And eat your body like potatoe salad and ham Kissing on the nipples on your candied yams Squeezing my whipped cream on your lemon meraing Ba** music in the back saturating your brain To have you moaning screaming swanging and kicking Beggin for a piece of this Kentucky fried chicken Freaking you to the ba** and fulfilling your dream And me say you know the body with the southern cousine c'mon Let me freak ya down 2 da ba** baby. let me freak you down to the ba** [X4] I know you made love on satin sheets But have you ever did it in a chevy Capri Drop top by the lake skin to skin With ba** music pumpin out your 12.s and 10.s Body's full of sweat like we diggin a ditch The whole car rocking like we hittin a switch Tricking on the way that I slowly lick Your body up and down like a chick-o stick Cuz when it come to getting freaky there.s no one greater I freak some now then save some for later So stop playing hard to get and come chill With this country bro from outta Jacksonville So I can mix my rice with your lima beans Drop my ham hogs and see your mustard greens And turn you O.U.T. in my B.E.D then wash it all down with a gla** of sweet tea And everything I love imma freak ya well Tapping on your ears like a S.P. 12 Taking your hip-hop and enhancing the taste By adding just a pinch of this country fried ba** c.mon Let me freak ya down 2 da ba** baby. Let me freak you down to the ba** [X4] If you let me stir your body like a bowl of soup Then I'll be softer than the leather in a lexus coupe Make you wetter than a beach when the tide is high And have your body feeling sweeter than some pecan pie You.ll be riding cloud 9 when you flying a plane Higher than a junkie on some crack c**aine Happier than a kid playing ball in the park And crawling up the wall like a roach in the dark I'll be livin in your body like its Sunday brunch Swallowing your sweat like its tropical punch Patiently I'm waiting on the chance to hunch Like I'm waiting on the check around the first of the month Ill spray your body down in some C.K.B. And lay it down like I'm Eightball and MJG Go and watch braid her turn some tricks Like I'm chris watch and nelson and you vanity 6 Investigating your body like the Rockford files Stabbing like the dagger from the golden child Making love together kinda nice and slow To a ba** grave beeper have some alga mo Ill lick your lolly pop till the candy gone Till I'm singing mo tired than a brandy song Sticking to your body like its lesses paste And Have you screaming yeah boy I like you flava flave Trying to win your price like the price is right Singing in your ear like I'm brian mcknight All night long like the two man band And ride up in them sheets like the Ku Klux Klan Let me freak you down to the ba** baby. Let me freak you down to the ba** [repeat until fade]