The Little Freakazoid That Could lyrics

I`m not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address
No Chivas, no Lexus, ain`t got the flattest solar plexus
I throw it down with everything I got
Cause I`m just a girl--not
Me, I never use the word just
To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um
Listen, it wasn`t always like that
I used to feel freaky, icky
Bein` bad like Darling Nikki
Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood
But now the children sing she`s the little freakazoid that could

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can

P-Supe (what) and it don`t come from Campbell
Just move (what) place my butt upon your mantel
See I cut from the gut to get everything I need
And I stick with it if at first I don`t succeed
And I`m out and I`m out lettin` my freaky flag fly
You don`t ask why cuz you know that I try
Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit
Body soul or chicken roll you know that I`m in it
And you know what
Sometimes you feel like a nut
And sometimes you don`t

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can

Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we mean
bonified, fortified, nutrified
BUSINESS
Yeah that`s what I`m talkin` about
Cuz you know, soon I`ll be rollin` in the Rolls to go bowling after the
show
I`ll be strollin`, patrollin` the streets with a feather in my hat
Imagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in that
I got the throttle cause I`m mack like the truck
C`mon everybody let`s get------

Get up Get up Get up --never sit down!

Woke up I didn`t know what day it was
I been through some shit boy you never believe it
Cuz I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a tower
You know why - I got the Power!
And I ain`t never givin` up sucker
Put me on the field I`m a cook your ass like Betty Crocker
It`s like this and like that and like this and uh
Nobody beats the Priz--cess and uh
Once again it`s on

People wanna know if I`m a diva
Well let me see, uh
I wrote these lyrics at a day job
Not Nassau Coliseum
But I`m a get there soon boy
blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy
Reading bad press I get depressed really major
Goddamn yo, at least I`m in the fuckin paper
And when the goin` gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best
Put that ass in gear baby put it to the test

Scuse me, I don`t believe I was finished
Making all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and delicious
Like a tasty ice cream or scone
Let me make you pant for the milk bone
Woof woof and let it all hang out
Don`t you just freak baby freakin freak it out
Kick it trick it or lick it but please don`t stick it up your nose
If you wanna strike a pose you gotta keep it on the real inside
Keep it on the real inside, keepit on the real inside