We Can Freak It

This for all y'all, all over
Bounce, rock (niggas), roller and skatin' (bitches, homies)
Bounce, rock (ladies), roller and skatin'
(Dippin' down the street on platinum Daytons)

I've been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
Hittin' like switches, dippin'
Hit the switches, which is one reason why I gotta make mine (uh-huh)
'Cause these fools on the street tryin' to take mine (uh-huh)
Wassup lady? Time's gettin' shady
You gotta lipstick wit' it (why?), 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 the tee
Just ride with me
Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez (on deez)
Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's)
Dippin' down Shaw, fuck all of y'all
As I bounce, rock, skate on threes (on threes)

We can freak it (uh-huh)
Freak if you want to (say what?)
Dine if you want to, but (uh-huh)
Communicate and you know (sex and power)
That we can freak it (uh-huh)
Freak if you want to (bounce)
Dine if you want to, but (uh-huh)
Communicate and you know

Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine
Livin' life in my rearview, 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 (what up, dawg?)
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a G one more, he once smoked for free
Now it's all about the G's and he (uh-huh), oh yeah

Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis, nigga, fuck jeans (uh-huh)
I'm sure all the G's know what I mean (yeah, yeah, nigga)
Lil' locs, Young G's, and OG's (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 (bitch, what up? What up? Uh-huh, uh-huh)

We can freak it
Freak if you want to (bitch)
Dine if you want to, but (uh-huh)
Communicate and you know (sex and power)
That we can freak it (uh-huh)
Freak if you want to (say what?)
Dine if you want to, but (bitch)
Communicate and you know (yeah, check it out)

Give it up, nigga, throw it up, nigga
Give it up, nigga (give it up), throw it up, nigga
Give it up, nigga, throw it up, nigga
Give it up, nigga (give it up), throw it up, nigga
Give it up, nigga, throw it up, nigga
Give it up, nigga, throw it up, nigga (throw it up, fool)
Give it up, nigga, throw it up, nigga
Give it up, nigga, throw it up, nigga

Why you trippin' with me? Won't you kick it with me?
Bomb the block, combinin' nots (uh-huh)
I got me somebody bad as shit (bad as shit)
While the rest of y'all is mad as shit (mad as shit)
I'm drippin' down the street in the sky blue Bentlry
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

So we can freak it (uh-huh)
Freak if you want to (yeah)
Dine if you want to, but (uh-huh)
Communicate and you know (sex and power)
That we can freak it (uh-huh)
Freak if you want to (yeah)
Dine if you want to, but (uh-huh)
Communicate and you know (Battlecat)

We can freak it (why you make a beat like this?)
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (Baby S, what?)
Communicate and you know (sex and power)
That we can freak it (Kurupt Young Gotti)
Freak if you want to (raw daw-daw)
Dine if you want to, but
Communicate and you know (yeah, huh)

We can freak it (all the ladies)
Freak if you want to (drivin' Mercedes, uh)
Dine if you want to, but (all the niggas)
Communicate and you (sex and power) (with the Bentley's)
That we can freak it (we wear khaki's)
Freak if you want to
Dine if you want to, but (we all real G's)
Communicate and you know (to all the OG's)

We can freak it (like Big U, uh, uh)
Freak if you want to (we love you too, uh, uh)



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Writer(s): Ricardo Brown, Kevin Gilliam, Casey Wilson, Andre Wilson, David Ware
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