Freak Out

Intro:Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis, giving a phone call to y'all Funky fuckers Erick Sermon: Y'alll guess what the fuck is going on now Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global Cause times keeps on slippin', and I get the funk from the kitchen Then commits to ass whippin', there is no time for me to bust it So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice Redman: Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die On 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown Funkadelic is the one to bring the creature out your preacher And I make girls act like they can't find they shoes when I freak 'em Oooh, yes y'all I got the mad method can you catch it? And if your ear's not tuned in then adjust it Erick Sermon: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today Hey, Erick Sermon's on the way Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke in my chest And if you understand me then escape and kick it While the E-Double gets wicked with your brain twisted It's going down, it's going way down Go get the 4 pound and boogie down Redman: Boogie boogie to boogie to bang, boogie to that My rap get mad dap on ass cracks in effort if it's BMI or ASCAP Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick If it's mixed with that same funky sticky stuff I roll my spliffs with I shot the sheriff on the terrace And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris Just wrote these raps up in the studio Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me though (hear me ho) Hook: E got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the funk, E got the funk (x2) Erick Sermon: Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor So I can get busy remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes No matter what they say, I got more props than Richard Bay The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin' So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck Redman: Whoa, I make you sing with Toni Braxton I tear the shreds out of jams in stadiums when it's packed in Back up boy you messing with the rudeboy yes I told ya I rock leather jacks with Timbs, sweatpants; one leg rolled up Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm The 'boom-kick' like a Biz cut, one twos and skirts'll lift up E got the funk and Red got the funk, pop the trunk I got blocks of funk to make a victim say "That's the one!" Of course, I'm funky like fat people having intercourse Basically the funk's stuck in your teeth so get your dental floss Oh oh, freak out, 20 & over let me knock your teeth out When I was young I made my tree house to a weed house And I'm deeper than Nostradamus, swimming in chronic And I leave your kitty cats meow in home made bondage (meow) Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch Outro: Ha ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more Raw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad forever, signin' off