Funk Freakers

Verse One: B-Real
Let me introduce my selfI'm the one who rules the setSo don't you forgetBad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttonsBut you ain't nothin', no frontinI bring the level up a little louderIn the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hoursFools on the street wanna feel the funkLookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha wantYa betta, sit back and let the track flowLike smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indoRythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintainCan ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veinsGet'cha fix and ya bag of tricksIn tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricksI'm gonna hit 'em highHe's gonna hit 'em lowOpen up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flowOn, an' on till there all goneFools be runnin' but they won't last long
I'm the freaka (8X)
Verse Two: B-Real
People always wanna get what you got, no matta whatCan't take care of themselves in the big huntIn the quest for the crownAn' the jewels, and the cheeseMotherfucker pleaseEnemies wanna plot against me with envy in they heartsBut, I rip their sorry ass apartIn a minute, I can take ya to the limitTemprature risen, nasal highzen
Verse Three: Sen Dog
Comin' back in with the lows, for the fowsFuckin' up egos, an' anybody, opposeThe numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliquaBlowin' a hole in tha speakerYou don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the WerroSlangin' rythems through the ghettoYa best keep ya ass in cheakCome on little mutha fuckas betta show respectAn whats next, the big brown takin' ya downHow ya feel (how ya feel punk)When your sorry ass can't hang with the Hill
Chorus: 1/2
Outro: B-Real
Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tideNobody even knows how I kick the flowSlow down, cause ya commin' up too fastYa might get smacked down cause ya got no class[Fades out]