Stevie J - We Can Freak It (East Coast remix) lyrics

Bounce, rock, rollerskatin' (n***as, b**hes, homies, ladies) Bounce, rock, rollerskatin' (All of them) Dippin' down the street on platinum Daytons (Kurupt) I been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam Hittin' like switches, dippin' Hit the switches Which is one reason why I gotta make mine Cause these fools on the streets Tryin' to take mine What's up lady, times is gettin' shady You gotta lip stick with it Thats why I'm sick with it Hard to maintain in this world of pain But I'm a serve these rhymes like dimes of 'caine (Check it out) Why can't we just chill And get along, motherf**a? The views you choose to use Is wrong, motherf**a Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez Ridin' with the young OG's Dippin' down the Shaw, f** all of y'all As we bounce rock skate on threes CHORUS: (2x) We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but Come in that game and you know (Baby S) Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine Livin' life in my rear view S n***a hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm, and Yukons And John hook my sh** up on Who controllin'? Rollin with my n***a from the Pound Put my sh** in cruise control With b**hes all around Make me feel like a G once more He once smoked for free Now its all about the G's and me (Kurupt) Oh yeah Blaze up a whole sack to the head We wear Khakis, n***a, f** Jeans I'm sure all the G's know what I mean Lil locs, young G's and OG's We on the smash for cash and that's it We hit the stash and dash And that's it We don't flash, we mash, we blast sh** And we don't give a f** about a b**h, but uh -CHORUS- (2x) Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a (8x) Why you trippin' wit me? Won't you kick it with me? Come by my block Combinin' knobs I got me somebody mad as sh** While all the rest of y'all is mad as sh** I'm dippin' down the street in a skyblue Bentley Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so -CHORUS- (8x) (Battlecat Why you made the beat like this? Baby S, what Kurupt, Young Gotti All the ladies ridin' Mercedes All the n***as, we on Bentleys We wear Khakis We are real G's To all my OG's, like Big U We love you, too All the homeboys My big homeboy Snoop)