ROLAND

ROLAND - Freak Somethin' lyrics

Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa

Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa

Ain't shit poppin but fuckin, suckin and freakin

this weekend, if you ain't wit it don't bother speakin

Niggas still fallin in even though he's fool dog

Wouldn't get these hoes up off me if I could y'all

And we gon' pass the pussy, ain't no hogs man

Tommy passes to Butch, Butch passes to Dogg, man

Sippin tall cans, nigga that we all can

Fall up in these hoochies, coochies or love wrinkles

Now baby what's your name so we can start the game ho

Of course I wanna freak, what you think I start the game for?

I put my cards on the table, you know

somebody gettin fucked (Oh really!?!), for sure

You smoke that small-class indo, do that dance and drink

I'm plottin plans, schemes and scandal on how to get that stank

(You just want me for my body!) You goddamn right

You like my tattoos, I got you, it's on tonight

[Chorus:]

Now understand it's my masterplan is to keep you bumpin

Keep it pumpin cos y'all motherfuckers gon' freak somethin'

(Da da da dadaa, da da da dadadaa)

[repeat]

Ain't no denyin you know that I be eyein your body

Now who can get freaky as Zuzzy (nobody!)

Awright then, y'all player partner comin like a whirlwind

Niggas get upset, I'm fuckin e'rybody girlfriend

Hoes say I love em, fuckin up my good name

But if she think I love her, fuck it I sure some good game

Love when I see your number in my pager

Time for some complex sex, the way ya

lick on my dick is the shit, I want it

Juicy all up in your mix, I'm on it

Bring the homies in, now the show begins, we about to clown

Tell them hoes "Take off them clothes", we about to freak em down, bitch

gon' *?moun?*

See their hide-'n'-holy now she all up on me

like she my homey but I'm knowin that she don't know me

Shit, I'm doin freak tests and baby this your freak lesson

Y'all done turned this goddamn party 'to a freak session

[Chorus x2]

Down to the nitty-gritty, what you wanna do now?

Ask your girlfriend, shit, juicy got that boo-yow

Down wit these Death Row niggas, check your figures

Long as I make these hits my cheque gets bigger

Hoes wanna act upset and get mad, see

knowin deep down in they heart they can't have me

But they glad see when I show em little ends and not to mention

starters get contract extensions

Be clearly when you hear me, girl what you say? Aaah...

I don't think you're ready for this Little Rock player

I puts it down for the Southside, make hits on the Westside

God bless them Little Rock streets where the best ride

Real players love it, real player haters hate it

Represent til I die, 85-0-6 relate it

Where my player partners keep it real, keep it tight

keep it pumpin, keep it jumpin, keep it poppin, keep it hype

[Chorus to fade]

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