Funk Freakers

Let me introduce myself
 I'm the one who rose the cess
 So don't you forget
 Bad rolled ya help
 But you still be trying to push buttons
 But you ain't nothing, no fronting
 I bring the level up a little louder
 In the clubs in the jeeps in the after hours
 Fools on the street want to feel the funk
 Lookin for the skunk that's what you want
 Ya better, sit back and let the track flow
 Like smoke in your lungs from puffing on the endo
 Rythems upside ya brain
 Can ya hang can ya maintain
 Can ya feel the funk flowing in ya veins
 Get ya fix and a bag of tricks
 And the mixer got the stix and stones a few bricks
 I'm gonna hit em high, he's gonna hit em low
 Open up your mind so that you can feel the flow
 On and on till there all gone fools be runing
 But they won't last long
 (I'm the freaker) x 8
 People always want to get what you got
 No matter what
 Can't together themselves in the big hunt
 In the quest for the crown and the jewels
 And the cheese muther f*cker please
 And the mees want to plot against me
 With envy in there hearts
 But I rip there sorry arse apart
 In a minute I can take it to the limit
 Tempreture rising now so highsing
 Coming back in with the lows
 For the fools
 F*cking up beako's and any body for fools (anybody fools)
 The number one skunk freaker
 A cypress hill beaker (the cypress hill sleaker esse)
 Blowing a hole in your speaker
 You don't want to test the phero
 The real one or the wedo
 Slanging rythems to the ghetto
 Ya best keep your arse in check (come on)
 Little muther f*uckers that show respect
 And what's next the big brown taking you down (and what's next)
 How you feel when your sorry arse can't hang with the hill (with the hill)
 (little punk)
 (I'm the freaker) x4
 Can you feel the effects of the chocolate ties
 Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
 Slow down coz your coming up to fast
 You might get smacked down
 Coz you got no class
 No code now i'm getting down the road
 My shits the bomb to explode
 Take cover you get blown to bits
 Fades out