same freak as you You and I just the same I wanna be the same freak as you So I can feed you my pain I'm just the same freak as you You and I just
go wrong but you ain?t got no features, this can't go on You're like a bundle of joy, but you're unemployed You ain't throwin, so the pussy is just
Black Sheep are certified greater than... But, I said later man 'I can dig it' You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? You
your lap But they givin' you whatever you want Not me though, stallion ride rough Plus I'm trying to see dough Enough to make you fiend Coko like cane What you
Untill you look at me before you answer the phone When i flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free As you wanna be freak But i'm takin the key with
What you know about my writes? (my writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about
in to clubbin', huggin', shake it don't you break it Your booty too sacred, can't take it, wanna see you naked I done drunk a blue motherfucker, so you
same old Drama, everyday Freaks will be freaks, they pick on the weak Though the freaks arent those with the rainbow streaks In their hair, no no no no, not at all The freaks
whole crew Bitch, goddamnit that's what you gotta do. You say you want to be down with Willie-D But yet you find it difficult to listen to me Everytime you
you woman Why you calling me all day if you don't want nothing If you keep calling me girl, then tell me something I'm telling you know girl, to be with
(feat. Nature) See a lot of niggas talking bout war, you understand what Im saying, war, but now as a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more
long when you're fakin the funk I'm the master rapper, so unique Clap my hand when I want my freak You can't deny it, you know I'm right I turn any rapper
a Zenith wire wheel I roll Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak It was everything you wanted cause I can't be weak Yeah baby that's it, do the split Freak
interview you, you just make up things You're on an ego trip and you're fronting like you're down You're not the first real rapper from the Oakland town You
she, only want players who far from rookie And if you, ain't got the cake you can't play with the nookie Her titties, sittin pretty and she soft as a
And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz, maxin out with two stone cold freaks "Yo, what's up Ice, you rich