We Can Freak It

[Intro] 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 Wassup 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, motherfucker? But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker 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, fuck all of y'all As I bounce, rock, skate on threes [Hook: Butch Cassidy repeat 2X] We can freak it Freak if you want to Dine if you want to, but (Autotuned Guy: Sex and Power) 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, nigga hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm and Yukons And John hook my shit up bomb Who controllin? Rollin with my nigga from the Pound Put my shit in cruise control with bitches 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 nigga, fuck 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 thats it We hit the stash and dash and thats it We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh [Hook] [Bridge] Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga (x8) [Verse 4] Why you trippin wit me? Won't you kick it with me? By my Glock Combinin nots I got me somebody mad as shit While all the rest of yall is mad as shit 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] Kurupt (During Hook) Battlecat, how you come up with a beat like this? Baby S, Kurupt Young Gotti All the ladies, driving Mercedes All the niggas, with the Bentley's We wear khaki's, we all real G's To all my OG's, All my homies