Freak Out lyrics

featuring Redman

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 preacher out the teacher
When I feak `em, oooh, yes y`all I got the mad method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it

Erick Sermon:
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin` today
Hey, Erick Sermons 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 wiht your brain twisted
It`s going down, it`s going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down

Redman:
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick
If it`s mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with
I shot the sheriff on the terris
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 no (hear me hoe)

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 Tony Braxton
I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
Back up boy you messin` with the rude bwoy yes I told ya
I rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and Red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say `That`s the one!`
Of coarse I`m funky like fat people having intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
But let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
And I`m deeper than Nostradomis, when I`m in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin` 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