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Nutta Butta F Anonymous, Teddy Riley---Freak Out lyrics
Intro/Chorus: Teddy Riley
Freak Out - Maybe cos I'm a star
Just because I'm pushin fancy cars
Freak Out - Chalk up another notch
Could it be the diamonds in my watch
Freak Out - Guess what? I don't even know
You think somebody tell her I got dough
Freak Out - Whatever, only do what you feel is clear
Long as we can freak out, I don't care
Verse 1: Nutta Butta
Park my Jeep, my Landcruiser blue
Hit the spot laced up like I usually do
The way I shine is a crime, cats might wanna assume
Nuttin new, I been on the walk out here witta few
Has to wonder, Nut gotta slide with her
[BACKWARDS], check your riches, son, I concur
Hit her long from gutter loans, get her sprung from wetter tongues
Body bangin like a whole set of drums
Damn, wit time flat, spit my game
Drop a quarter by her nice thighs, "This your change?"
Who these fake-trackin field cats runnin the C?
You can take this both ways, you're comin wit me
on the real, need to feel some of that, lay wood like a lumberjack
>From the side, little hair from the back
Of course, wit protection, never ever let em leak out
Words I speak out, who's a freak out?
Chorus
Verse 2: Nutta Butta
Aiyo Nut, come here, is my vision a blur?
Y'know I ain't seen this [BACKWARDS], look at the hips on her
Shorty's mad phat, see every inch of her stack, black
Gotta act like groceries, bag that
(Word, son, take one, no, take two)
Too late, son, you know I seen her first, don't hate, son
Forget it, I spit at her to get her wit it
Like a friendly game of baseball, we all can hit it
That sounds doper, stet it, now Teddy set it off and rope her
End of the night we all get closer
Whattup mutt? See y'all might know who I am
Gotta sec, cos you need to meet the rest of the fam
Nothin I'm sellin but this is quite true, chicks like you
No tellin what [BACKWARDS] on a nut might do
You lack, no if, and's and but's
Cos when you're done, you'll know why they call me Nut
Chorus
Verse 3: Anonymous
Uhh
First of all, before you freak out the foreplay
Don't rush the lady, POP the chardonnay
Let her know the gentile manners you mental
Meanwhile she's wonderin whether the in was out
No doubt, tip your glass, let the white wine soar
It might taste so-ur to a tongue that's poor
She wanna know if I gotta girl, of course
Does the Teddy Riley have a mansion and dogs?
Keep it true, fool, so my time invested will be youthful
[BACKWARDS] puttin em up for poo poo
No need to lie when your lingo's so tragic
She could be made the mandingo and gotta have it
Two ?????, pink hearts, and blue diamonds as I stab it
You must think I'm lucky charms, silly rabbit
No tricks for the tale, that's the big cash to man
My only mission in this is kick dis a plan, freak out
Chorus (x2)
Interlude:
Time to freak, let's go get the boys
Now we reached, oh what a joy
Just come on down, to the hits, boy
Hit the spot, we're havin a ball
Chorus
Interlude
Chorus
Freak Out!!!!
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