Текст, перевод и аккорды “We Can Freak It”
- It's for all y'all (all y'all) All Over (all over) Niggaz... (Bounce, rock, rollerskatin) Bitchez... Homies... (Bounce, rock, rollerskatin) Ladies... 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 (one) why I gotta make mine (uh huh) Cuz these fools on the street Tryin to take mine (uh huh) Wassup lady Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it (why?) Thats why I'm sick wit it Hard to maintain In this world of pain But imma serve these rhymes Like dimes of caine (check it out) Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker? But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker Relax, me and Baby S Got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back With a sack on deez (on deez) Ridin' with the young OGs (OGs) Dippin down Shaw Fuck all of y'all As i bounce rock skate on threes HOOK: We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to But Cuz since I came and you know [Baby S] Let me tell you how I started On the grind for mine Livin life in my rear view S nigga hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm And Yukons And John hook my shit up bomb Who controllin'? Rollin with my nigga from the Pound Put my shit in cruise control With bitches all around Make me feel like a G once more He once smoked For free Now its all about the G's and he [Kurupt] Oh yeah Blaze up a whole sack to the head We wear khakis, nigga, fuck jeans I'm sure all the Gs know what I mean Lil' locs, young Gs and OGs (OGs) We on the smash for cash and thats it (owww) We hit the stash and dash and thats it (uuhh) We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch (bitch) HOOK Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [REPEAT 8x] [Kurupt] Why you trippin wit me? Won't you kick it with me? By my glock Combinin' nots (ah) I got me somebody mad as shit (mad as shit) While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit (mad as shit) I'm dippin down the street in a skyblue Bently Pull up to the curve Then swerve gently (Uh whassup huh?) Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt Cat And Baby S So, uh HOOK FADE OUT WHILE BACKGOUND: (All the ladies Driving Mercedes All the niggaz We ?? Bentleys We wear Khakis We are real Gs To all my OGs Like ?? We lying, too All the homeboys My big homeboy Snoop...) CiTay500@SoftHome.net
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