We Can Freak It

Bounce, rock, rollerskatin'

(Niggaz, bitches, homies, ladies)

Bounce, rock, rollerskatin'

(All of them)

Dippin' down the street on platinum Daytons

(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

Cause these fools on the streets

Tryin' to take mine

What's up lady, times is gettin' shady

You gotta lip stick with it

Thats why I'm sick with it

Hard to maintain in this world of pain

But I'm a serve these rhymes like dimes of 'caine

(Check it out)

Why can't we just chill

And get along, motherfucka?

The views you choose to use

Is wrong, motherfucka

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

Dippin' down the Shaw, fuck all of y'all

As we bounce rock skate on threes

CHORUS: (2x)

We can freak it

Freak if you want to

Dine if you want to, but

Come in that game and you know

(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 on

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 once more

He once smoked for free

Now its all about the G's and me

(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 OG's

We on the smash for cash and that's it

We hit the stash and dash,

And that's it

We don't flash, we mash, we blast shit

And we don't give a fuck about a bitch, but uh

-CHORUS- (2x)

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga (8x)

Why you trippin' wit me?

Won't you kick it with me?

Come by my block

Combinin' knobs

I got me somebody mad as shit

While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit

I'm dippin' down the street in a skyblue 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

-CHORUS- (8x)

(Battlecat

Why you made the beat like this?

Baby S, what

Kurupt, Young Gotti

All the ladies ridin' Mercedes

All the niggaz, we on Bentleys

We wear Khakis

We are real G's

To all my OG's, like Big U

We love you, too

All the homeboys

My big homeboy Snoop)