Freaks Come Out - Dru Down, Luniz

All the freaks come out tonight

Ain’t no shootin, no stabbin no fights

It’s so tough, oh in the O so rough

Skeez’s skirt’s the town so tight

All the freaks come out tonight

For the dough oh, on the ho stroll

You got some money?(I got a tender)

And you can bend her over the table

But, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable

Say baby, everything was cool in the 80's

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

Come out on holiday’s, and birthday’s lookin sausage

The party’s at the Henry J. Cozier

Ain’t nothin but the X.O., Tanqueray, I can’t see no budwiser

Maybe a little bit of Cognac, that’s phat

A little bit of entertainment, patna’s that rap

No zapp’s, stricly P.I.'s, V. I'S, and Playa O.G.'s

Them little freak nasty’s that be rated VD

Be in the town daily in the candy mercedes

But ain’t no freaks in the day

I wait fo’the night fo’ho’s to get right

And wouldn’t care if they’re in pantie’s

Or in skin tight leather zebra stripe’s, it’s midnight

This rap here… It goes for all you playa hata’s

Handcuff your ho’s…that goes for all you captain saver’s

Peep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond’s, been grindin

For nine and half year’s, now I’m rhymin

I’m the Fretmore like I’ll be sure to drink X.O.

Petal to the metal in the Lexo

How we make em shout like the ???, when we step out the Ice Cream van

BIOTCH… don’t you hear the music?

Trick’s just loose it, they wanna hit the fluid

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

They was all jesus, we just nigga’s who went from wearin Fila’s

To rockin Collar’s and fluid’s, and my adidas

Strapped up wit heater’s, now when they nigga’s need a mini 14

To spray nigga’s, they say I got more cream

Once upon a time in the project’s, show

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

I ain’t got end’s, so I get tha shit

But I gotta change it around…

Walked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib

Beat the cock up like she was gettin her ass kicked

After that I got my ass licked, and passed it to my homie’s

Once, twice, now everynight she want’s to bone me She think she own me, talkin to my nigga bout marriage

(That's right I don’t need no, blah, blah, blah, marriage)

The drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her

The next thing I know she started screwin my neighbor (who dat be?)

And that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her

So pimpy doo, we ran train on her

So she let the thang take on her mind

Speak it on her like her pit tight

It’s the same ol’freak after midnight

Girl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury

Tonight’s The Night like Kris Kross

So let’s floss, I be in the midnight freaker tosser

Like saucer, puttin thangs down

Got to plan the man

Waitin for somebody like John Wayne, ready to pop the???

No old school, say it’s like baby what’s your name!

Got at em pimpy doo word’s, and I made em just for you baby

All ready can’t see you, cause you locked up all the time

Two toast for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes

Hit the street’s poundin, representin the West Coast sound

One in charge, wanna know the name, it’s Mr. Down

Looks so right, sound’s right, lit up the night

I never seen you before, so were ya been&were you been hidin?

Proably, havin a bad relationship, steadily fightin

Came to find me someone like yo, problem solver

The man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn’t a caller

Let’s make it right, and the only way to make it right

Until the midnight, until the midnight