The Little Freakazoid That Could Lyrics - Ceo - Princess Superstar

I'm not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address 

No Chivas, no Lexus, ain't got the flattest solar plexus 

I throw it down with everything I got 

Cause I'm just a girl--not 

Me, I never use the word just 

To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um 

Listen, it wasn't always like that 

I used to feel freaky, icky 

Bein' bad like Darling Nikki 

Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood 

But now the children sing she's the little freakazoid that could 

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can 

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can 

P-Supe (what) and it don't come from Campbell 

Just move (what) place my butt upon your mantel 

See I cut from the gut to get everything I need 

And I stick with it if at first I don't succeed 

And I'm out and I'm out lettin' my freaky flag fly 

You don't ask why 'cause you know that I try 

Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit 

Body soul or chicken roll you know that I'm in it 

And you know what 

Sometimes you feel like a nut 

And sometimes you don't 

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can 

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can 

Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we mean 

bonified, fortified, nutrified 

BUSINESS 

Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about 

'cause you know, soon I'll be rollin' in the Rolls to go bowling after the 

show 

I'll be strollin', patrollin' the streets with a feather in my hat 

Imagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in that 

I got the throttle cause I'm mack like the truck 

C'mon everybody let's get------ 

Get up Get up Get up --never sit down! 

Woke up I didn't know what day it was 

I been through some shit boy you never believe it 

'cause I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a tower 

You know why - I got the Power! 

And I ain't never givin' up sucker 

Put me on the field I'm a cook your ass like Betty Crocker 

It's like this and like that and like this and uh 

Nobody beats the Priz--cess and uh 

Once again it's on 

People wanna know if I'm a diva 

Well let me see, uh 

I wrote these lyrics at a day job 

Not Nassau Coliseum 

But I'm a get there soon boy 

blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy 

Reading bad press I get depressed really major 

Goddamn yo, at least I'm in the fuckin paper 

And when the goin' gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best 

Put that ass in gear baby put it to the test 

Scuse me, I don't believe I was finished 

Making all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and delicious 

Like a tasty ice cream or scone 

Let me make you pant for the milk bone 

Woof woof and let it all hang out 

Don't you just freak baby freakin freak it out 

Kick it trick it or lick it but please don't stick it up your nose 

If you wanna strike a pose you gotta keep it on the real inside 

Keep it on the real inside, keepit on the real inside.