Freak Out Lyrics by Erick Sermon

Freak Out

Intro:ha ha ha ha. this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to yall
Funky fuckers

Erick sermon:
Yalll guess what the fuck is going on now
Me and reggie noble, making funk tunes around the global
Cause times 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 justice

Redman:
Yo, its all in the mind and Im high and I kick it for the do or die
On 2 or 1 area code leavin shit blown
Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
When I feak em, oooh, yes yall I got the mad method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it

Erick sermon:
Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin today
Hey, erick sermons on the way
Dre gave me a ride so I gangsta lean while drs will put the smoke in my
Chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it
While the e-double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
Its going down, its going way down
Go get the 4 pound and boogie down

Redman:
Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick
If its mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my 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 cant hear me no [hear me hoe]

Hook:
E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the funk [x2]

Erick sermon:
Someones knockin at my door, yo johnny gill, I need the whole floor
So I can get busy 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 fuck

Redman:
Whoa, I make you sing with tony braxton
I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
Back up boy you messin with the rude bwoy yes I told ya
I rock leather jacks with tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
Hold up! this is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut
1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say "thats the one!"
Of coarse Im funky like fat people having intercorse
Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
But let me knock your teeth out
When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
And Im deeper than nostradomis, when Im in chronic
And I leave your kitty cats meowin home made bondage [meow]
Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch

Outro:
Ha ha ha. this is dr. trevis comin to yall motherfuckers with some more
Raw shit. def squad represntitives. def squad forever, signin off.