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Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Undercover Freaks lyrics
featuring Too $hort & T-Rock (Too $hort) intro: Short Dog's in the house You know it's the same all the way from Oakland to Memphis Hoe's hella freaky man But you know what They always trying to front Play the role like they ain't But you know what baby you could be undercover with it You know why? Cause I know you a freak, beatch (DJ Paul) Bitch call it quits and get the fuck out the line Cause I'm about to hit the salon and lost your mind You come in T-shirt and jeans not really looking my best Because the diamonds they grade and my presidential Rolex Sending me gifts and shit trying to be my baby Buying me mink's and shit trying to be my lady Trying your best to make your way in my life Take that mask off ho You're undercover freaky for life You sacrifice to get what you want you do what you gotta What's the dilly young really you're the perfect man hader Flag capper A girl that used to be lazy Officially turn me on my stomach and I damn near went crazy I'm not the type and never been the kind to brag on my sex I'm giving credit where credit is due, you damn near the best I found out later that your game was strictly undercover But found out early that your mouth do the best work undercover (T-Roc) Chorus (2x) For those that be lying through they teeth I can see it You claim you a virgin but you a freak and I can feel it You play in the game were you get killed if you cheating You after these pimp niggas (?) (Lord Infamous) Bitch please just think concentrate before you complicate Matters with that chitter-chatter Your talents no challenge I have mastered, can tell by the twitching in your hands From this back massage got you full of (?) ?..... For this act, trust in my bed, think I misled Bitch I ain't heard much of what 'cha said on the phone So I suppose ho I'm the myracist vocal We just a choke hold, Just a (?) hold Out the truck Busta see ya (Juicy J) An undercover on the dubba always trying to charge a brotha Call me late night, spark a Philly R-Kelly, I jack the brother Comin' from the (?) Memphis Hypnotize madalion glisten Ho don't play the role like you a (?) Cause I know you trickin' Check yo boy identify The one that used to struggle stride Leave, you need to check the ride Fifty thousand (?) Businessmen not business junk Break a case to keep 'em crunk Heard my niggas run a train and said your fuckin' life stunk Chorus (2x) (Too $hort) You know these hoe's don't phase Never could play me I got the game in my rise from a to z Square ass ho, think I don't know What 'cha, what 'cha gonna do when I close the door Say no I don't think so beatch You know you all about that freaky shit Never hesitate to make a nigga cum If you're anywhere around I know I'm gettin' some That's the only way Face on the mattress Call me daddy while I hit it from the back bitch Is she freaky I'm fuckin' with her Save that 4 corner shit for them other niggas Actin' square, playin' the role Knowin' you a average everyday ho You need to stop tryin' to be sneaky Cause all the homies already know you're freaky Chorus (fade to next song |
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