Keak Da Sneak - 3 Freaks (Droop-E Remix) lyrics

(Uh Oh!) (Back again y'all) (It's the remix!) (4 Freaks Bay Area style!) (Come on!) [Keak da Sneak:] Keak Sneak and a... Turf Talk and a... Dos in the trunk and you gon' get the sh** If you think it's almost over it's not If you don't know what I'm saying it don't matter just don't bite it aight I pulled up, jumped in the scraper Me no pay for nothin' I'm spending a b**h's paper Thigh, leg, wing, my n***a an' no biscuit Got the star strut, hey Turf, look at these chicks [Mistah FAB:] Eenie meanie miney mo Mamas, I need a ho Black, white, brown, Asian, even a Belizean, bro Freak like [?], my dick is a Mayflower Every minute, every second, oh did I say hour? I don't wife 'em, I one-nights 'em Keep it trilly trill, keel, I don't like them Hit like a Mack truck Go dumb and I act up You too close boy, back up [?], that's us Sick wid it Mackers, pimps, sk**ets and masters Movie stars, ballplayers, bosses and actors No fakin' and frontin' 'cause ain't no flukin' and jivin' Need a freak a leak Gimme head when I'm driving It's Mistah FAB The dummy retarded Dude from the gutter and sewer it's the smoothest velour Man it's FAB-E Leroy Your boy gat go The remix of Neat Freaks from my homeboy Shadow [Hook:] Turf Talk and Keak Da Sneak Droop-E and FAB We need 3 Turf Talk and Keak Da Sneak Man we need freaks Start drummin' we comin' we goin' dumb and yellin' "woo!" (You know what? That makes me mad) (Uh oh) [Turf Talk:] Rock wit' it or not If I can't get in the club... the club in the parking lot I come mobbish Keep a tree rag so my teeth won't tarnish So they want hyphy But if I jumped on top of your car you wanna fight me (Come here li'l boy! Get outta here) Girl drive, don't look at the meter (Go, man, go!) Talk hella loud in the movie theater (Shut the hell up!) So what they from the hood So what they from the hood I know the p**y good good I know the p**y good good They used to say I had a weird flow Look at 'em now They handin me they demos How 'bout you? You and your pot Tires got beef they wanna burn the block up Is that skim milk? Or even silicone I got 3 freaks with room for one more [Hook] [Keak da Sneak:] 3 in the house Jack Tripper he had 2 But I keep something thick online like what it do It's Keak Sneak, baby and did I mention I'm crazy Even Joe can even see that you ever ever my lady I got need and my wants is up to you poppin' tags And believe me that 3 is better than two So I oh I skeet straight figure 8 man "3 freaks in the Firebird, headed for Brisbane!" [Droop-E:] Droop-E, oh, man I'm so raw So nacho grande, you damn taco I'm from the turf where we treat freaks like dirt Skeet skeet all in her skirt Feels good Pull my pants up and I'm back to the hood And I ain't sayin' she a s*ut (Bay Area!) But your girlfriend likes me (Light em up!) I can tell like a rat's bu*t (Here we go!) (Oh!) You know what's up wit' me I go dummy Droop-E get money, g Seven on Seven streets The Bay is back you B'z You a hater I put hella holes in your clothes you faker I go [?] And I'm still riding with a [?] That'd make your shirt look like notebook paper [Hook] (REMIX!) [Outro:] (Aight y'all, if you ain't got four 15s, do NOT be playing this! It's a slapper, baby) (We goin' to all corners of the Bay wit' this one, y'all!) (Ay mayne, I need the next American Top Model, mayne. The prettier they are, the quicker the drawers fall) (Yes sir! Droop! Shadow! Keak! Yadada Turf! Yeehaw!)