Funk Freakers

Let me introduce my self
I'm the one who rules the set
So don't you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
But you ain't nothin' no frontin
I bring the level up a little louder
In the clubs an' the jeeps an' the after hours
Fools on the street wanna feel the funk
Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want
Ya betta sit back and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rythems upside'cha brain can ya hang can maintain
Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins
Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks
In tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricks
I'm gonna hit 'em high
He's gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow
On an' on till there all gone
Fools be runnin' but they won't last long
I'm the freaka (8X)
People always wanna get what you got no matta what
Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown
An' the jewels and the cheese
Motherf**ker please
Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts
But I rip their sorry a** apart
In a minute I can take ya to the limit
Temprature risen nasal highzen
Comin' back in with the lows for the fows
F**kin' up egos an' anybody oppose
The numba one skunk freaka the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a hole in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the Perro the Real One or the Werro
Slangin' rythems through the ghetto
Ya best keep ya a** in cheak
Come on little mutha f* *kas betta show respect
An what's next the big brown takin' ya down
How ya feel
When your sorry a** can't hang with the Hill
Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide
Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
Slow down cause ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class