Freak To The Funk Cypress Hill

[Sen Dog]
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk

[B-Real]
Let me see yo' hands up high
You and I, homie, don't see eye to eye
Why can't we all just hit a bong?
Or you can bring it on, just bring it on
It's that alley cat, back in ya speaker
Give it up for the number one funk freaker
As I kick the rhythm to the side of ya brain
Throw the funk up, the Buddha blood flowin' in ya veins
It's that Cypress Hill-at your will-light 'em up-flavor
See if you can find the last action nigga on the fader
Run ya jewels, run ya freak and ya mic tools
As I beat ya phuckin' ass out on the street
(Yeahh!) I'ma give you what you want
Poof! Sit back, it's a freak to tha funk

[Hook]
(I'm the freaker, the one that freaks the funk)[repeat]
Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk
Freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk, freak to tha funk
Freak-ehh