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 want to feel the funk
Looking for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want
Ya better, sit back and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rhythms upside ya brain, can ya hang, can maintain
Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins
Get ya 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 you can feel the flow
On, an' on till there all gone
Fools be runnin' but they won't last long
[Chorus]
I'm the freaka [Repeat: x8]
People always want to 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
Motherfucker please
Enemies want to plot against me with envy in they hearts
But, I rip their sorry ass apart
In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
Temperature risen, nasal highzen
Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The number one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a hole in tha speaker
You don't want to dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
Slangin' rythems through the ghetto
Ya best keep ya ass in cheak
Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect
An what's next, the big brown takin' ya down
How ya feel (how ya feel punk)
When your sorry ass can't hang with the Hill
[Chorus]
Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide
Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
Slow down, cause ya comin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class
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