Let me introduce my self
 I'm the one who rules the set
 So don't you forget
 Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
 But you ain't nothin'  no frontin
 I bring the level up a little louder
 In the clubs  an' the jeeps an' the after hours
 Fools on the street wanna feel the funk
 Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want
 Ya betta  sit back and let the track flow
 Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
 Rythems upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain
 Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins
 Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks
 In tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricks
 I'm gonna hit 'em high
 He's gonna hit 'em low
 Open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow
 On, an' on till there all gone
 Fools be runnin' but they won't last long

 Chorus:

 I'm the freaka (8X)

 Verse Two: B-Real

 People always wanna get what you got, no matta what
 Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt
 In the quest for the crown
 An' the jewels, and the cheese
 Motherfucker please
 Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts
 But, I rip their sorry ass apart
 In a minute, I can take ya to the limit
 Temprature risen, nasal highzen

 Verse Three: Sen Dog

 Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows
 Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose
 The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
 Blowin' a hole in tha speaker
 You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
 Slangin' rythems through the ghetto
 Ya best keep ya ass in cheak
 Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect
 An whats next, the big brown takin' ya down
 How ya feel (how ya feel punk)
 When your sorry ass can't hang with the Hill

 Chorus: 1/2

 Outro: B-Real

 Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide
 Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
 Slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast
 Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class
 [Fades out