Butch Ca**idy - We Can Freak It lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt] Zzzzz, Zzzzz,Zzzzz, Zzzzz, Owwwwww Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin Bounce, rock, roller Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons [Verse 1: Kurupt] I been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam Hittin like switches Dippin, Hit the switches, which is One reason why I gotta make mine Cuz these fools on the street tryin to take mine Wa**up ladie Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it Thats why I'm sick wit it Hard to maintain in this world of pain But I'mma serve these rhymes like dimes of caine (check it out) Why can't we just chill and get along, motherf**er? But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherf**er Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's) Dippin down Shaw, f** all of y'all As I bounce, rock, skate on threes [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but (Sex and Power) Communicate and you know Know we can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but Communicate and you know [Verse 2: Baby S] Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine Livin life in my rear view S, n***a hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm and Yukons And John hook my sh** up bomb Who controllin? Rollin with my n***a from the Pound Put my sh** in cruise control with b**hes 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 [Verse 3: Kurupt] Oh yeah! Blaze up a whole sack to the head We wear khakis n***a, f** jeans I'm sure all the G's know what I mean Lil locs, young g's 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 sh** And we don't give a f** about a b**h but uh [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but (Sex and Power) Communicate and you know Know we can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but Communicate and you know [Bridge: Kurupt] Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a Give it up n***a, throw it up n***a [Verse 4: Kurupt] Why you trippin wit me? Won't you kick it with me? By my Glock Combinin nots I got me somebody mad as sh** While all the rest of yall is mad as sh** I'm dippin down the street in a sky-blue Bentley 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 [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but (Sex and Power) Communicate and you know Know we can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but Communicate and you know We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but (Sex and Power) Communicate and you know Know we can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but Communicate and you know We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but (Sex and Power) Communicate and you know Know we can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but Communicate and you know We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but (Sex and Power) (Battlecat, how you come up with a beat like this? Baby S, Kurupt Young Gotti All the ladies, driving Mercedes All the n***as, with the Bentley's We wear khaki's, we all real G's To all my OG's, All my homies)