Cypress Hill Funk Freakers Lyrics

III: Temples of Boom Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Spark Another Owl
  • 2 Throw Your Set in the Air
  • 3 Stoned Raiders
  • 4 Illusions
  • 5 Killa Hill Niggas
  • 6 Boom Biddy Bye Bye
  • 7 No Rest for the Wicked
  • 8 Make a Move
  • 9 Killafornia
  • 10 Funk Freakers
  • 11 Locotes
  • 12 Red Light Visions
  • 13 Strictly Hip Hop
  • 14 Let It Rain
  • 15 Everybody Must Get Stoned
    CD 2
  • 1 DJ Muggs Buddha Mix: Hole in the Head / How I Could Just Kill a Man / Insane in the Brain / Stoned Is the Way of the Walk / Hits From Da Bong / Hand on the Pump / Real Estate / I Wanna Get High
  • 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
    ************ please
    Enemies want to plot against me with envy in they hearts
    But, I rip their sorry *** apart
    In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
    Temperature risen, nasal highzen

    Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows
    ****in' 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 *** in cheak
    Come on little mutha ****as betta show respect
    An what's next, the big brown takin' ya down
    How ya feel (how ya feel punk)
    When your sorry *** 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

    Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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