We Can Freak It (ny Remix) Lyrics - Kurupt

Bounce, rock, rollerskatin' 

(Niggaz, bitches, 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, motherfucka? 

The views you choose to use 

Is wrong, motherfucka 

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, fuck all of y'all 

As we bounce rock skate on threes 

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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 nigga hear you 

About to drop the bomb 

Record one and blue calm, and Yukons 

And John hook my shit up on 

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 me 

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(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 fuck about a bitch, but uh 

-CHORUS- (2x) 

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga (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 shit 

While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit 

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 niggaz, 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)