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Freak Out

This is Dr. Trevis

With a phone call to y'all funky fuckersY'all guess what the fuck is going on now

Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global

'Cause time 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 justiceYo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die

Or 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown

Funkadelic is the one to bring your preacher out your teacher

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When I freak 'em, ooh yes y'all, I got the mad method, can you catch it?

And if your ear is not tuned in, then adjust itBreaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today

Hey, Erick Sermon's on the way, Dre gave me a ride

So I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke up in my chest

And if you understand me, then escape and kick it

While the E-Double gets wicked with your brain twisted

It's going down, it's going way down

So get the 4 pound and [Incomprehensible] down townBoogie woogie to boogie to band, boogie to that

My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F if it is be on my ass cap

'Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bis quick

If it's mixed with that same funky sticky stuff I roll 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 couldn't hear me no, hear me hoeE got the funk, Red got the funk

Red got the funk, E got the funkE got the funk, Red got the funk

Red got the funk, E got the funkSomeone's knockin' at my door

Yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor

So I can get busy 'cause I [Incomprehensible], 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 fuckI'll make you sing with Tony Braxton

I tear the shreds out of jams like stadiums when they's packed in

Back up boy, you messin' with the rude boy, yes, I told ya

I rock leather jacks with Tim's sweatpants, one leg rolled up

Hold up! This is a stick up, I bust spark the ism

[Incomprehensible] like a bizcut, 1 and 2 skirts get lift upE got the funk and Red got the funk, pop the trunk

I got blocks of funk to make the victims say, "That's the one!"

Of coarse, I'm funky like fat people have their intercourse

Basically, the funk stuck in your teeth so get your dental flossFreak out20, I know, but let me knock your teeth out

When I was young, I made my tree house into a weed house

And I'm deeper than Nostradamus, when I'm in chronic

And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage

Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotchThis is Dr. Trevis

Comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more raw shit

Def Squad representatives, Def Squad forever, signin' off

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