| All the freaks come out tonight
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| Ain’t no shootin, no stabbin no fights
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| It’s so tough, oh in the O so rough
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| Skeez’s skirt’s the town so tight
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| All the freaks come out tonight
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| For the dough oh, on the ho stroll
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| You got some money?(I got a tender)
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| And you can bend her over the table
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| But, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable
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| Say baby, everything was cool in the 80's
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| But now it’s the 90's, and oh I got’s to find me One of them ladies, who be up in the closet
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| Come out on holiday’s, and birthday’s lookin sausage
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| The party’s at the Henry J. Cozier
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| Ain’t nothin but the X.O., Tanqueray, I can’t see no budwiser
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| Maybe a little bit of Cognac, that’s phat
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| A little bit of entertainment, patna’s that rap
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| No zapp’s, stricly P.I.'s, V. I'S, and Playa O.G.'s
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| Them little freak nasty’s that be rated VD
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| Be in the town daily in the candy mercedes
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| But ain’t no freaks in the day
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| I wait fo’the night fo’ho’s to get right
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| And wouldn’t care if they’re in pantie’s
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| Or in skin tight leather zebra stripe’s, it’s midnight
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| This rap here… It goes for all you playa hata’s
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| Handcuff your ho’s…that goes for all you captain saver’s
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| Peep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond’s, been grindin
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| For nine and half year’s, now I’m rhymin
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| I’m the Fretmore like I’ll be sure to drink X.O.
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| Petal to the metal in the Lexo
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| How we make em shout like the ???, when we step out the Ice Cream van
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| BIOTCH… don’t you hear the music?
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| Trick’s just loose it, they wanna hit the fluid
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| But mobb nigga’s just do it like Nike, nobody like me No fella’s called me, but when I was just broke ass Jerold Ellis
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| They was all jesus, we just nigga’s who went from wearin Fila’s
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| To rockin Collar’s and fluid’s, and my adidas
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| Strapped up wit heater’s, now when they nigga’s need a mini 14
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| To spray nigga’s, they say I got more cream
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| Once upon a time in the project’s, show
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| Two briddy’s had one I did, break em all from the East O Figured out a plan, Num is my man, plotted like a gold-digger bitch
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| I ain’t got end’s, so I get tha shit
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| But I gotta change it around…
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| Walked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib
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| Beat the cock up like she was gettin her ass kicked
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| After that I got my ass licked, and passed it to my homie’s
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| Once, twice, now everynight she want’s to bone me She think she own me, talkin to my nigga bout marriage
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| (That's right I don’t need no, blah, blah, blah, marriage)
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| The drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her
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| The next thing I know she started screwin my neighbor (who dat be?)
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| And that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her
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| So pimpy doo, we ran train on her
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| So she let the thang take on her mind
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| Speak it on her like her pit tight
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| It’s the same ol’freak after midnight
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| Girl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury
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| Tonight’s The Night like Kris Kross
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| So let’s floss, I be in the midnight freaker tosser
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| Like saucer, puttin thangs down
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| Got to plan the man
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| Waitin for somebody like John Wayne, ready to pop the???
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| No old school, say it’s like baby what’s your name!
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| Got at em pimpy doo word’s, and I made em just for you baby
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| All ready can’t see you, cause you locked up all the time
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| Two toast for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes
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| Hit the street’s poundin, representin the West Coast sound
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| One in charge, wanna know the name, it’s Mr. Down
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| Looks so right, sound’s right, lit up the night
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| I never seen you before, so were ya been&were you been hidin?
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| Proably, havin a bad relationship, steadily fightin
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| Came to find me someone like yo, problem solver
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| The man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn’t a caller
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| Let’s make it right, and the only way to make it right
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| Until the midnight, until the midnight |