Carl "Butch" Small - Freak Somethin' lyrics

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Carl "Butch" Small - Freak Somethin' lyrics

Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa Ain't sh** poppin but f**in, s**in and freakin This weekend, if you ain't wit it don't bother speakin n***as still fallin in even though he's fool dog Wouldn't get these hoes up off me if I could y'all And we gon' pa** the p**y, ain't no hogs man Tommy pa**es to Butch, Butch pa**es to Dogg, man Sippin tall cans, n***a that we all can Fall up in these hoochies, coochies or love wrinkles Now baby what's your name so we can start the game ho Of course I wanna freak, what you think I start the game for? I put my cards on the table, you know Somebody gettin f**ed (Oh really!?!), for sure You smoke that small-cla** indo, do that dance and drink I'm plottin plans, schemes and scandal on how to get that stank (You just want me for my body!) You goddamn right You like my tattoos, I got you, it's on tonight Chorus: Now understand it's my masterplan is to keep you bumpin Keep it pumpin cos y'all motherf**ers gon' freak somethin' (Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa) *repeat* Ain't no denyin you know that I be eyein your body Now who can get freaky as Zuzzy (nobody!) Awright then, y'all player partner comin like a whirlwind n***as get upset, I'm f**in e'rybody girlfriend Hoes say I love em, f**in up my good name But if she think I love her, f** it I sure some good game Love when I see your number in my pager Time for some complex s**, the way ya Lick on my dick is the sh**, I want it Juicy all up in your mix, I'm on it Bring the homies in, now the show begins, we about to clown Tell them hoes "Take off them clothes", we about to freak em down, b**h Gon' *?moun?* See their hide-'n'-holy now she all up on me Like she my homey but I'm knowin that she don't know me sh**, I'm doin freak tests and baby this your freak lesson Y'all done turned this goddamn party 'to a freak session Chorus (x2) Down to the nitty-gritty, what you wanna do now? Ask your girlfriend, sh**, juicy got that boo-yow Down wit these d**h Row n***as, check your figures Long as I make these hits my cheque gets bigger Hoes wanna act upset and get mad, see Knowin deep down in they heart they can't have me But they glad see when I show em little ends and not to mention Starters get contract extensions Be clearly when you hear me, girl what you say? Aaah... I don't think you're ready for this Little Rock player I puts it down for the Southside, make hits on the Westside God bless them Little Rock streets where the best ride Real players love it, real player haters hate it Represent til I die, 85-0-6 relate it Where my player partners keep it real, keep it tight Keep it pumpin, keep it jumpin, keep it poppin, keep it hype Chorus to fade

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