Cypress Hill - Freak To Tha Funk lyrics

[Sen Dog] Freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk [B-Real] Let me see yo' hands up high You and I, homie, don't see eye to eye Why can't we all just hit a bong? When you can bring it on, just bring it on It's the elaquent, cut in ya speaker Flip it up, throw the number one funk freaker Cause I kick the rhythm to the side of ya brain Soak the funk up to move ya blood flowin' in ya vains It's that Cypress Hill, at yo' will, line 'em up, flavour See if you can tryna let action n***a on the fader Run ya cues, run ya freak and ya mic tools As I beat ya phuckin' a** out on the street (Yeahh!) I'ma get you what you want Poof! Sit back, it's a freak to tha funk [Hook] (I'm the freaker, the one that freaks the funk)[repeat] Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk Freak-ehh [Verse 2: Sen Dog] I'm the individual with the bi- linguals And I - freak this funk to the end and I finish off Cause I got them homies waiting in the prente 'Bout to take a ride and roll up some hente You don't know me and you don't know my trigger (In '95 you can't f** with a n***a!) Oh my god, look at these fools tryna act hard Isn't it odd, that they pulled that card Thirty-one flavours of funk, hold to ya dude And ya neighbor when I hit the skunk Bow down to the mad dog, dirty dog Rollin' in on the funk like I'm on a hog [Hook] (I'm the freaker, the one that freaks the funk)[repeat throughout] Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk Freak to tha funk (Playing around with funk freaker/freak tha funk) [Verse 3: B-Real] You're lookin' at the voodoo master With the funk to plaster Up punk a** n***a when I have to Rollin' in the mind of the wicked Slick and slide don't drive when I kick it What you wanna do, it's that way fool I mean heck you gonna do thug, when you got no tools? No sk**s, no funk, no feels But still you wanna run up on the hill? Let me give you what you deserve Phuck the n***a with nerves in my party with no herb Everybody want to hit the blunt, but nobody wanna share it Tear it up - So I just keep on with my skunk Now everybody wanna just freak to tha funk [Hook] [Sen Dog] First you find the funk, so you can freak the funk And remember, there is never no funk that's unfreakable You must freak every frunk, to the style of funk You must freak it