(feat. Noreaga) [Noreaga:] We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out... [Verse 1: Noreaga/Kurupt] You gone thug it out, gangsta style n***a check it out Ayyo my baby moms, hunny let me see my child n***az see me in the streets, ask why i don't smile Thats why n***a, because my life is a mess And Im sellin records now, but i still feel stress Neva had a legal job, all i sold was d** And I still got my moms and the rest of my thugs But my pops he aint here, does that seem so foul And im drinkin everyday, on the wrong route And cant wait for the day when Capone come out No doubt, my ?? n***az, thuggin it out To wut wut, all my n***az just funk wit Kurupt Tell then n***az where they stand at, where they end up wut My n***az mash, fom NY to LA first cla** Drinkin Don from the bottle, f** the gla** My n***az peep it Sit back and hold a secret Funk wit Kurupt, n***a wut Yeah we can freak it Freak sumthin, get sumthin, strip sumthin Rip a sic sumthin, my dick a stick sumthin Just try me, see the new millineum came Im invincible wit my abdominium frame Daminican, ten are gone, poetical pentagon Nuttin silenced, they all are violenced The law story, wars over territory The ma**es, only left Kurupt and Nore Known to spit brimstone, fire and magma Wit magnums, and mosts many and mostly semi's I pays no rent, cars wit no lease Got eight k**as wit badges I pay police Its a freak fest, east to west, no more wars Bomb girls feastless, nude beaches and nude shores Baby soft as peaches, soft as a plum Aint no fun if the homies cant have none b**h b**h... [chorus:] No matter what you think You cant see me, If you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me And you aint got the sk**s, to freak with me Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me [Verse 2: Kurupt/Noreaga] Im zoned, Nore and Kurupt on roam And we wont stop bustin till Capone come home Dirt be followin the presidente of ANTRA Words of war n***a Im the black Frank Sinatra N.O.R.E. Nore K.U.R.U.P.T. Kurupt Pistol ready to thug like wut Im old Italian, a violent, gallant, silent, stalion That stampede, girl i can tell you were free Yo N.O.R.E. thugged out in DPG You know its only thug n***az that be f**in wit me So where the cash at, yo where Snoop, and where Daz at? Whether you blood or cuz You a thug or you wuz I get super drunk Boy that n***az got a buzz So let me spit on this, yo let me sh** on this Thugged out is the label murder you is the click And them b**hes dont like us, can s** our dicks, wut?? [chorus:] No matter what you think You cant see me, If you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me Cuz you aint got the sk**s, to freak with me Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak wit me We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out...