Freak Da Funk
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When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang, ah
Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah
When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang, ah
Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah (hey, hey, hey)
Hey I'm the type hip hopper that's a show stopper
I break 'em off proper, unlike them other teeny boppers
That continue to say and say you never, ever come my way
I'm waiting for that alphabet crew to make my day
So watch and chop and chop and drop them little punks quick
And teach 'em never to mess with this krossed out kid
But really though, you kill me bro pretending you one of them
Pissed off 'cause Kris Kross made 5 million people jump
You tried to floss but got tossed by the Kross
'cause the Kross is boss
And everybody knows that house
I'm that bad nigga that made ya grab your pad bumpin'
Like N.W.A. the K's are always into somethin'
So your best bet is to bop your head, punk
And listen to the way the K's freak da funk
Now my hat's to the back and my pants still saggin'
But y'all niggas can't fade me
So just scream on (scream on), and just dream on (dream on)
But I'll still be the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
It's known that it's on when the daddy starts to let go
Some of this funk that you can bump in yo '64
I brought in some (new styles), the double K's (are here again)
So when you front and guard you back, 'cause this is how we comin' in
When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang, ah
Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah
When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang, ah
Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah
I heard you wanna jump with the Macs, but you ain't a match nigga
'cause my mind is a nine and my tongue is a trigger
So ease back, off these in you T's when you B's black
Tryna front on the macs, how you gon' that?
I love to rip it when it's rockin' 'cause I love it that way
Don't mess around with the best around, his name starts with a "k"
Ain't nothin' fake here dear, you gets nothin' but the real deal
Hummin' and comin' at ya like my homies from the hill
I'm rough (rough!), tough, (tough!) and ready for the killin'
Crushin' up crews and sellin' nothin' but a million with the
Boogie, boogie, the bang, bang the boogie to the beat
M-A-C, why don't ya speak for me?
I'm strictly hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie
Strictly hip hop, the top is what I drop
If you know what's good for you homie
You will back up, or get ya smack up
By this Kris that they call the Miggida Mac, chuh
'Cause when I break niggas off, I keep 'em broke down
I'm like the R-A-K-I-M, I ain't no joke clown
So ya best bet is to bop ya head, punk
And listen to the way the K's freak da funk, uh
When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang, ah
Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah
When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang, ah
Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah
I'm da freaker, the one who freaks da funk
I'm da freaker, the one who freaks da funk
I'm da freaker, the one who freaks da funk
I'm da freaker, the one who freaks da funk
I'm da freaker, the one who freaks da funk