| Song | Funk Freakers |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggs | |
| Verse one：b-real | |
| 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] |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggs | |
| Verse one: breal | |
| 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: breal | |
| 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: breal | |
| 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 |