Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Undercover Freaks lyrics

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(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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Language: English

Appearing on: CrazyNDaLazDayz (1999)

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