We Can Freak It

Zzz, zzz, zzz, zzz, ow, ooh, ooh

This for all y'all, all y'all, all over, all over

Bounce, rock, roller-skatin' (****, bitches, homies)

Bounce, rock, roller-skatin' (Ladies)

Dippin' down the street on platinum Daytons

I been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam

Hit 'em 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, lady

Times is 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, motherfucker?

But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker

Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to a tee

Just ride with me

Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez

Ridin' with the young OGs (OGs)

Dippin' down to Shaw, fuck all of y'all

As we bounce, rock, skate on threes

We can freak it

Freak if you want to

May dine if you want to

But communicate and you know (Sex and Power)

That we can freak it

Freak if you want to

May dine if you want to

But communicate and you know

Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine

Livin' life in my rear view

S, **** 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 **** from the Pound

Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around

Make me feel like a G once more

He once flowed for free

Now it's all about the Gs and he

Oh yeah

Blaze up a whole sack to the head

We wear khakis, ****, fuck jeans

I'm sure all the Gs know what I mean

Lil locs, young Gs and OGs

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

We can freak it

Freak if you want to

May dine if you want to

But communicate and you know (Sex and Power)

That we can freak it

Freak if you want to

May dine if you want to

But communicate and you know

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Give it up ****, throw it up ****

Why you trippin' wit me?

Won't you kick it with me?

We just by my Glock, combinin' knots

I got me somebody bad as shit

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

I'm dippin' down the street in the sky-blue Bentley

Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently

Ten of the homies and made a left

But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh

We can freak it

Freak if you want to

May dine if you want

But communicate and you know (Sex and Power)

That we can freak it

Freak if you want to

May dine if you want

But communicate and you know

Battlecat, why you make a beat like this?

Baby S, what?

Kurupt, Young Gotti

R.A.W. dawg

All the ladies

Driving Mercedes

All the ****

In your Bentleys

We wear khakis

We all real Gs

To all my OGs