Freak Out lyrics

Artist  : Erick Sermon 
Song : Freak Out



 Send "Freak Out" Ringtone to your Cell 

 featuring  Redman

Intro:Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis, giving
a phone call to y'all
funky f**kers

Erick Sermon:
Y'alll guess what the f**k is going on now
Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the
global
Cause times keeps on slippin', and I get the funk
from the kitchen
Then commits to as* whippin', there is no time
for me to bust it
So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic
justice

Redman:
Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick
it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code leavin' sh*t blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out
the teacher
When I feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all I got the mad
method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it

Erick Sermon:
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
Hey, Erick Sermons on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS
will put the smoke in my
chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it
While the E-Double gets wicked wiht your brain
twisted
It's going down, it's going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down

Redman:
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on as* cracks and F it be on
my as* cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick
If it's mixed with that same funky sticky sh*t I
roll my splifs with
I shot the sheriff on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have more off
days than Ferris
Just wrote these raps up in the studio
Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no
(hear me hoe)
 

Hook:
E got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the
funk, E got the funk (x2)

Erick Sermon:
Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I
need the whole floor
So I can get busy remember? And if you don't call
Michael Jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got
mad tunes
No matter what they say, I got more props than
Richard Bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin' 
So what's up, cause I don't give a f**k

Redman:
Whoa, I make you sing with Tony Braxton
I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when
they packed in
Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes I
told ya
I rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one
leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with
? like a bizcut
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and
Red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make
victims say 'That's the one!'
Of coarse I'm funky like fat people having
intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get
the dental floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
But let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I turned my tree house into a
weed house
And I'm deeper than Nostradomis, when I'm in
chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made
bondage (meow)
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch

Outro:
Ha ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin' to y'all
motherf**kers with some more
raw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad
forever, signin' off.