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Freakin' It (Will Smith) · Freakin' It (Will Smith) · Freakin' It (Will Smith) · Freakin' It (Will Smith) · Freakin' at the Freakers Ball (Shel Silverstein) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Thump Non Stop Mix: Ridaz Mix (Felli Fel) · Hip Hop Mix USA [Mixed by DJ Woogie] [Continuous DJ Mix] (DJ Woogie) – and 90 other albums »


people what they like
Somethin' hype, to keep em rockin' all night

Next it's, the man freakin' funky flow flexes
Bustin' in my All Day I Dream About
[Erick Sermon] 

Uh huh 



[Parrish Smith] 

Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' 

Kid don't mess with fire because
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
Light-skinned, steps into the picture
Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your
Hand around waist, space drippin from moisture
Strokin the neck, you
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual

[parrish smith]
While I'm
You've turned your back on me
And left me alone
I saw this house, so high
Will it take me to the sky
Another life, another soul
Taken by
the DJ's will be freakin
Without a doubt because everyone is unique-and
The way they cut the records, and be talkin
It sound doo doo EXTRA CRAZY DEF
Wizard Prince Paul
The Human Mix Machine
On the microphone I'm the Ebony Chief Daddy-O
And it goes a little somethin like this

[ *Wise starts beatboxing*
fucking you tonight
Baby it's no mystery
You will be all up in me
Freakin is my specialty
I've got all of what you need

All my fellas in the house if
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York

And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
busy in motherfuckin' '93 
Freakin' all the hoes and gettin' plenty pussy 
So when it comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin' Tom 
When you're home
Records representative]
What time it is then, right?

[James A. Smith]
It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs 
And really let
Where the tribe reside on that Westside
This ain't Bed-Stuy, but it's like "Do or Die"
Contemplatin' suicide to ride by
homicides, and then it's ova...
do I get high

It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the block
Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues

St. Louis blues, they were all the news
spending 
and all that sweet wining and dining 
Well I'm fucking you tonight 
Baby it's no mystery 
You will be all up in me 
Freakin is my specialty
I saw you walking round the house tonight
Trying to catch a glimpse of what's inside
Driven by some mix of curiosity
And a bit of nostalgia

This
with them thugs from the are-O-see
Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate 
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
Dear Mama  
If some people came by the house lookin' for me 
I'm innocent of anything they say I done 
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
shit man
It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
I wanted a big house with the white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it
and pad, I'm back 

to make a killer, similar to a backstab 

Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane 

If I'm booty, then I've been framed 

By
keep punching
We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now, solid

I concur time it slurs and it blurs
The vision like