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​Freaks Come Out

This song is by Dru Down and appears on the album Can You Feel Me (1996).

All the freaks come out tonight
Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights
It's so tough, oh baby, oh so rough

Skeez's skirt's the town so tight
All the freaks come out tonight
For the dough, oh, on the hoe 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, strictly P.I.'s, V.I'S, and Playa O.G.'s
Them little freak nasty's that be rated D.D.
Be in the town daily in the candy Mercedes
But ain't no freaks in the day
I wait for the night for hoes to get tight
And wouldn't care if they're in panties
Or in skin tight leather zebra stripe's, it's midnight

All the freaks come out tonight
Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights
It's so tough, oh baby, oh so rough

Skeez's skirt's the town so tight
All the freaks come out tonight
For the dough, oh, on the ho stroll

This rap here, that goes for all you playa haters
Handcuff your hoes, that goes for all you captain savers
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
So understand how we make 'em shout like the rendering
When we step out the ice cream van
Bitch, don't you hear the music?
Tricks just lose 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 fluids, and my Adidas
Strapped up with heaters, nowaday nigga's need a mini K 14
To spray nigga's, they say I got more cream

Once upon a time in the projects show
Two pretties had an idea break a baller from the East O
Figured out a plan, now it's my man
Plotted like a gold-digger bitch, I ain't got in
So I get that shit but I gotta change it around
Walked her in the bathroom at snatch crib
Eat the cock up like she was gettin' her ass kicked
After that I got my ass licked and passed it to my homies
Once, twice, now every night she wants to bone me
She think she own me, talkin' to my nigga 'bout marriage
That's right I don't hear you, blah, blah, blah, blarriage
The drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her
The next thing I know she started screwin' my neighbour
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

Skeez's skirt's the town so tight
All the freaks come out tonight
Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights
For the dough, oh, on the ho stroll

Skeez's skirt's the town so tight
All the freaks come out tonight
For the dough, oh, on the ho stroll

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
But everything the Hoodlum Gang
No old school, say it's like, "Baby, what's your name"

Got at 'em pimpy doo words and I made 'em just for you, baby
All ready, can't see you, 'cuz you locked up all the time
Two close for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes
Hit the stip 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
And where you been hidin'?
Probably havin' a bad relationship, steadily fightin'
Came to find me someone like your problem solver
The one you been late night sneak and creeping
What's been a call
Let's make it right and the only way to make it right
Until the midnight, until the midnight

All the freaks come out tonight
Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights
It's so tough, oh baby, oh so rough

Skeez's skirt's the town so tight
All the freaks come out tonight
For the dough, oh, on the hoe stroll

Written by:

Danyle Robinson; Frank Tibeaux; Garrick Husbands; Jr. Jerold Ellis; John Rhone; Maurice Stuart; Ontario Haynes