freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you
Tercüme: Jungle Brothers. Freakin 'Sen.
black martyr, live wire Fire starter, jungle brother, red neck cracker, freak of nature New world slacker, sex junkie lookin' for a dealer You can play
Kringle Fly cutie, you in the Timberland boot Down with the Brothers and the JB troop Cooler than cool, coolin in my coupe So Dready Bear if you're here
brotha the you're seein' just stays on your mind We got the fundamental usage To make you feel the looseness You recognize the jungle and you're screaming
your funds to pass through the door You know there's room for you on the floor (You don't know if they'll be any more) So yo, what you waiting for
put you out of your misery [Chorus] If you ever disrespect I'll put you out of your misery Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, Put you out of your misery
hurt, Just to hear the girls screamin' out wild, g. You're not a jungle brother, but that's some jimbrowski. I'm like a pimp, see, and iff you tempt me
You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses I welcome you to my jungle Like my name was guns 'n roses I blast the sound, you check the sound You got to be
martyr Live wire, fire starter Jungle brother, red neck cracker Freak of nature, new world slacker Sex junkie lookin' for a dealer You can play the
White Sinner, Black Martyr Livewire, Firestarter Jungle Brother, Redneck Cracker Freak Of Nature, new World Slacker Sex junkie lookin' for a dealer You
pop it eighty nine is mine you can't stop it are you ready for the drop (yeah) then drop it Chorus Outro: now freak me (are you ready) hit it hit
Like some type of metaphor freak Sometype of metaphorical freak or somethin' man You know what I'm sayin', word up So you know what I'm sayin You know brother
wack In with the fat out with the wack You niggas can't rap, so I want my money back Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it) In
' to do what's right with all my might Lookin' through the darkness (Yeah, I'm lookin', lookin, at you) Lookin, through the darkness (I see you lookin
m sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers laugh You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags You
And send her home barefooted, you massaging her feet You probably go down on a freak, you're hardly a meat But we ain't mad 'cause you're proving, you are what you
veins like hot shot of heroin You'll got cold turkey trying to work me It's like a pad lock, when you in the headlock Six in the morning and you didn'
