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Norega and Kurupt - We Can Freak It Lyrics




Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin
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 street tryin to take mine
Wassup ladies
Times gettin shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
That's why I'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherf*cker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherf*cker
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 (OG's)
Dippin down Shaw, f*ck all of y'all
As I bounce rock skate on threes

[Chorus:]
We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but,
'Cause since I came and you know [x2]

[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 one 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 nigga, FUCK 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 shit
And we don't give a f*ck about a bitch but uh

[Chorus]

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8]
Why you trippin wit me?
Won't you kick it with me?
By my glock
Combinin nots
I got me somebody mad as shit
While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit
I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue 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 uh

[Chorus to Fade]
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Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin
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 street tryin to take mine
Wassup ladies
Times gettin shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
That's why I'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherf*cker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherf*cker
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 (OG's)
Dippin down Shaw, f*ck all of y'all
As I bounce rock skate on threes

[Chorus:]
We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but,
'Cause since I came and you know [x2]

[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 one 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 nigga, FUCK 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 shit
And we don't give a f*ck about a bitch but uh

[Chorus]

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8]
Why you trippin wit me?
Won't you kick it with me?
By my glock
Combinin nots
I got me somebody mad as shit
While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit
I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue 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 uh

[Chorus to Fade]
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Writer: RICARDO N BROWN, KEVIN GILLIAM, DAVID IVEY N WARE, ANDRE L N WILSON, CASEY N WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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