[{"id":12086487,"name":"Freaks Come Out","trackName":"Freaks Come Out","artistName":"Dru Down","albumName":"Dru Down's Greatest Hits","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ The Luniz\n\n* send corrections to the typist\n\n[Chorus]\nAll the freaks come out tonight\nAin't no shootin, no stabbin no fights\nIt's so tough, oh in the \"O\" so rough\nSkeez's skirt's the town so tight\nAll the freaks come out tonight\nFor the dough oh, on the ho stroll\n\n[Verse 1:-Dru Down]\nYou got some money?(I got a tender)\nAnd you can bend her over the table\nBut, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay baby, everything was cool in the 80's\nBut now it's the 90's, and oh I got's to find me\nOne of them ladies, who be up in the closet\nCome out on holiday's, and birthday's lookin sausage\nThe party's at the Henry J.Cozier\nAin't nothin but the X.O., Tanqueray, I can't see no budwiser\nMaybe a little bit of Cognac, that's phat\nA little bit of entertainment, patna's that rap\nNo zapp's, stricly P.I.'s, V.I'S, and Playa O.G.'s\nThem little freak nasty's that be rated VD\nBe in the town daily in the candy mercedes\nBut ain't no freaks in the day\nI wait fo' the night fo'ho's to get right\nAnd wouldn't care if they're in pantie's\nOr in skin tight leather zebra stripe's, it's midnight\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse: 2-Yukmouth&Numskull]\n\n9[Yukmouth]\n\nThis rap here... It goes for all you playa hata's\nHandcuff your ho's... that goes for all you captain saver's\nPeep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin\nFor nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin\nI'm the Fretmore like I'll be sure to drink X.O.\nPetal to the metal in the Lexo\nHow we make em shout like the?, when we step out the Ice Cream van\nBIOTCH... don't you hear the music?\nTrick's just loose it, they wanna hit the fluid\nBut mobb nigga's just do it like Nike, nobody like me\nNo fella's called me, but when I was just broke ass Jerold Ellis\nThey was all jesus, we just nigga's who went from wearin Fila's\nTo rockin Collar's and fluid's, and my adidas\nStrapped up wit heater's, now when they nigga's need a mini 14\nTo spray nigga's, they say I got more cream\n\n[Numskull]\nOnce upon a time in the project's, show\nTwo briddy's had one I did, break em all from the East O\nFigured out a plan, Num is my man, plotted like a gold-digger bitch\nI ain't got end's, so I get tha shit\nButI gotta change it around...\nWalked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib\nBeat the cock up like she was gettin her ass kicked\nAfter that I got my ass licked, and passed it to my homie's\nOnce, twice, now everynight she want's to bone me\nShe think she own me, talkin to my nigga bout marriage\n(\"That's right I don't need no, blah, blah, blah, marriage\")\nThe drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her\nThe next thing I know she started screwin my neighbor(who dat be?)\nAnd that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her\nSo pimpy doo, we ran train on her\nSo she let the thang take on her mind\nSpeak it on her like her pit tight\n\n[Dru Down]\nIt's the same ol' freak after midnight\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse: 3-Dru Down]\nGirl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury\n\"Tonight's The Night\" like Kris Kross\nSo let's floss, I be in the midnight freaker tosser\nLike saucer, puttin thangs down\nGot to plan the man\nWaitin for somebody like John Wayne, ready to pop the?\nNo old school, say it's like \"baby what's your name!\"\nGot at em pimpy doo word's, and I made em just for you baby\nAll ready can't see you, cause you locked up all the time\nTwo toast for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes\nHit the street's poundin, representin the West Coast sound\nOne in charge, wanna know the name, it's Mr.Down\nLooks so right, sound's right, lit up the night\nI never seen you before, so were ya been&were you been hidin?\nProably, havin a bad relationship, steadily fightin\nCame to find me someone like yo, problem solver\nThe man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn't a caller\nLet's make it right, and the only way to make it right\nUntil the midnight, until the midnight\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freaks Come Out\n  artist: Dru Down\n  album: Dru Down's Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  F/ The Luniz\n\n  * send corrections to the typist\n\n  [Chorus]\n  All the freaks come out tonight\n  Ain't no shootin, no stabbin no fights\n  It's so tough, oh in the \"O\" so rough\n  Skeez's skirt's the town so tight\n  All the freaks come out tonight\n  For the dough oh, on the ho stroll\n\n  [Verse 1:-Dru Down]\n  You got some money?(I got a tender)\n  And you can bend her over the table\n  But, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n  Say baby, everything was cool in the 80's\n  But now it's the 90's, and oh I got's to find me\n  One of them ladies, who be up in the closet\n  Come out on holiday's, and birthday's lookin sausage\n  The party's at the Henry J.Cozier\n  Ain't nothin but the X.O., Tanqueray, I can't see no budwiser\n  Maybe a little bit of Cognac, that's phat\n  A little bit of entertainment, patna's that rap\n  No zapp's, stricly P.I.'s, V.I'S, and Playa O.G.'s\n  Them little freak nasty's that be rated VD\n  Be in the town daily in the candy mercedes\n  But ain't no freaks in the day\n  I wait fo' the night fo'ho's to get right\n  And wouldn't care if they're in pantie's\n  Or in skin tight leather zebra stripe's, it's midnight\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse: 2-Yukmouth&Numskull]\n\n  9[Yukmouth]\n\n  This rap here... It goes for all you playa hata's\n  Handcuff your ho's... that goes for all you captain saver's\n  Peep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin\n  For nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin\n  I'm the Fretmore like I'll be sure to drink X.O.\n  Petal to the metal in the Lexo\n  How we make em shout like the?, when we step out the Ice Cream van\n  BIOTCH... don't you hear the music?\n  Trick's just loose it, they wanna hit the fluid\n  But mobb nigga's just do it like Nike, nobody like me\n  No fella's called me, but when I was just broke ass Jerold Ellis\n  They was all jesus, we just nigga's who went from wearin Fila's\n  To rockin Collar's and fluid's, and my adidas\n  Strapped up wit heater's, now when they nigga's need a mini 14\n  To spray nigga's, they say I got more cream\n\n  [Numskull]\n  Once upon a time in the project's, show\n  Two briddy's had one I did, break em all from the East O\n  Figured out a plan, Num is my man, plotted like a gold-digger bitch\n  I ain't got end's, so I get tha shit\n  ButI gotta change it around...\n  Walked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib\n  Beat the cock up like she was gettin her ass kicked\n  After that I got my ass licked, and passed it to my homie's\n  Once, twice, now everynight she want's to bone me\n  She think she own me, talkin to my nigga bout marriage\n  (\"That's right I don't need no, blah, blah, blah, marriage\")\n  The drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her\n  The next thing I know she started screwin my neighbor(who dat be?)\n  And that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her\n  So pimpy doo, we ran train on her\n  So she let the thang take on her mind\n  Speak it on her like her pit tight\n\n  [Dru Down]\n  It's the same ol' freak after midnight\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Verse: 3-Dru Down]\n  Girl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury\n  \"Tonight's The Night\" like Kris Kross\n  So let's floss, I be in the midnight freaker tosser\n  Like saucer, puttin thangs down\n  Got to plan the man\n  Waitin for somebody like John Wayne, ready to pop the?\n  No old school, say it's like \"baby what's your name!\"\n  Got at em pimpy doo word's, and I made em just for you baby\n  All ready can't see you, cause you locked up all the time\n  Two toast for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes\n  Hit the street's poundin, representin the West Coast sound\n  One in charge, wanna know the name, it's Mr.Down\n  Looks so right, sound's right, lit up the night\n  I never seen you before, so were ya been&were you been hidin?\n  Proably, havin a bad relationship, steadily fightin\n  Came to find me someone like yo, problem solver\n  The man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn't a caller\n  Let's make it right, and the only way to make it right\n  Until the midnight, until the midnight\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":9507869,"name":"Freaks Come Out","trackName":"Freaks Come Out","artistName":"Dru Down","albumName":"Can You Feel Me","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus]\nAll the freaks come out tonight\nAin't no shootin, no stabbin no fights\nIt's so tough, oh in the \"O\" so rough\nSkeez's skirt's the town so tight\nAll the freaks come out tonight\nFor the dough oh, on the ho stroll\n[Verse 1:-Dru Down]\nYou got some money?(I got a tender)\nAnd you can bend her over the table\nBut, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\nSay baby, everything was cool in the 80's\nBut now it's the 90's, and oh I got's to find me\nOne of them ladies, who be up in the closet\nCome out on holiday's, and birthday's lookin sausage\nThe party's at the Henry J.Cozier\nAin't nothin but the X.O.,Tanqueray, I can't see no budwiser\nMaybe a little bit of Cognac, that's phat\nA little bit of entertainment, patna's that rap\nNo zapp's, stricly P.I.'s, V.I'S, and Playa O.G.'s\nThem little freak nasty's that be rated VD\nBe in the town daily in the candy mercedes\nBut ain't no freaks in the day\nI wait fo' the night fo' ho's to get right\nAnd wouldn't care if they're in pantie's\nOr in skin tight leather zebra stripe's, it's midnight\n[Chorus]\n[Verse:2-Yukmouth&Numskull]\n9[Yukmouth]\nThis rap here....It goes for all you playa hata's\nHandcuff your ho's....that goes for all you captain saver's\nPeep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin\nFor nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin\nI'm the Fretmore like I'll be sure to drink X.O.\nPetal to the metal in the Lexo\nHow we make em shout like the ????, when we step out the Ice Cream van\nBIOTCH... don't you hear the music?\nTrick's just loose it, they want to hit the fluid\nBut mobb nigga's just do it like Nike, nobody like me\nNo fella's called me, but when I was just broke ass Jerold Ellis\nThey was all jesus,we just nigga's who went from wearin Fila's\nTo rockin Collar's and fluid's, and my adidas\nStrapped up wit heater's, now when they nigga's need a mini 14\nTo spray nigga's, they say I got more cream\n[Numskull]\nOnce upon a time in the project's, show\nTwo briddy's had one I did, break em all from the East O\nFigured out a plan, Num is my man, plotted like a gold-digger bitch\nI ain't got end's, so I get tha shit\nBut I gotta change it around...\nWalked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib\nBeat the cock up like she was gettin her ass kicked\nAfter that I got my ass licked, and passed it to my homie's\nOnce, twice, now everynight she want's to bone me\nShe think she own me, talkin to my nigga bout marriage\n(\"That's right I don't need no,blah,blah,blah, marriage\")\nThe drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her\nThe next thing I know she started screwin my neighbor(who dat be?)\nAnd that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her\nSo pimpy doo, we ran train on her\nSo she let the thang take on her mind\nSpeak it on her like her pit tight\n[Dru Down]\nIt's the same ol' freak after midnight\n[Chorus]\n[Verse:3-Dru Down]\nGirl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury\n\"Tonight's The Night\" like Kris Kross\nSo let's floss, I be in the midnight freaker tosser\nLike saucer, puttin thangs down\nGot to plan the man\nWaitin for somebody like John Wayne, ready to pop the???????????????\nNo old school, say it's like \"baby what's your name!\"\nGot at em pimpy doo word's, and I made em just for you baby\nAll ready can't see you, cause you locked up all the time\nTwo toast for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes\nHit the street's poundin, representin the West Coast sound\nOne in charge, want to know the name, it's Mr.Down\nLooks so right, sound's right, lit up the night\nI never seen you before, so were ya been&were you been hidin?\nProbably, havin a bad relationship, steadily fightin\nCame to find me someone like yo, problem solver\nThe man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn't a caller\nLet's make it right, and the only way to make it right\nUntil the midnight, until the midnight\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freaks Come Out\n  artist: Dru Down\n  album: Can You Feel Me\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus]\n  All the freaks come out tonight\n  Ain't no shootin, no stabbin no fights\n  It's so tough, oh in the \"O\" so rough\n  Skeez's skirt's the town so tight\n  All the freaks come out tonight\n  For the dough oh, on the ho stroll\n  [Verse 1:-Dru Down]\n  You got some money?(I got a tender)\n  And you can bend her over the table\n  But, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable\n  Say baby, everything was cool in the 80's\n  But now it's the 90's, and oh I got's to find me\n  One of them ladies, who be up in the closet\n  Come out on holiday's, and birthday's lookin sausage\n  The party's at the Henry J.Cozier\n  Ain't nothin but the X.O.,Tanqueray, I can't see no budwiser\n  Maybe a little bit of Cognac, that's phat\n  A little bit of entertainment, patna's that rap\n  No zapp's, stricly P.I.'s, V.I'S, and Playa O.G.'s\n  Them little freak nasty's that be rated VD\n  Be in the town daily in the candy mercedes\n  But ain't no freaks in the day\n  I wait fo' the night fo' ho's to get right\n  And wouldn't care if they're in pantie's\n  Or in skin tight leather zebra stripe's, it's midnight\n  [Chorus]\n  [Verse:2-Yukmouth&Numskull]\n  9[Yukmouth]\n  This rap here....It goes for all you playa hata's\n  Handcuff your ho's....that goes for all you captain saver's\n  Peep, my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin\n  For nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin\n  I'm the Fretmore like I'll be sure to drink X.O.\n  Petal to the metal in the Lexo\n  How we make em shout like the ????, when we step out the Ice Cream van\n  BIOTCH... don't you hear the music?\n  Trick's just loose it, they want to hit the fluid\n  But mobb nigga's just do it like Nike, nobody like me\n  No fella's called me, but when I was just broke ass Jerold Ellis\n  They was all jesus,we just nigga's who went from wearin Fila's\n  To rockin Collar's and fluid's, and my adidas\n  Strapped up wit heater's, now when they nigga's need a mini 14\n  To spray nigga's, they say I got more cream\n  [Numskull]\n  Once upon a time in the project's, show\n  Two briddy's had one I did, break em all from the East O\n  Figured out a plan, Num is my man, plotted like a gold-digger bitch\n  I ain't got end's, so I get tha shit\n  But I gotta change it around...\n  Walked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib\n  Beat the cock up like she was gettin her ass kicked\n  After that I got my ass licked, and passed it to my homie's\n  Once, twice, now everynight she want's to bone me\n  She think she own me, talkin to my nigga bout marriage\n  (\"That's right I don't need no,blah,blah,blah, marriage\")\n  The drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her\n  The next thing I know she started screwin my neighbor(who dat be?)\n  And that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her\n  So pimpy doo, we ran train on her\n  So she let the thang take on her mind\n  Speak it on her like her pit tight\n  [Dru Down]\n  It's the same ol' freak after midnight\n  [Chorus]\n  [Verse:3-Dru Down]\n  Girl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury\n  \"Tonight's The Night\" like Kris Kross\n  So let's floss, I be in the midnight freaker tosser\n  Like saucer, puttin thangs down\n  Got to plan the man\n  Waitin for somebody like John Wayne, ready to pop the???????????????\n  No old school, say it's like \"baby what's your name!\"\n  Got at em pimpy doo word's, and I made em just for you baby\n  All ready can't see you, cause you locked up all the time\n  Two toast for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes\n  Hit the street's poundin, representin the West Coast sound\n  One in charge, want to know the name, it's Mr.Down\n  Looks so right, sound's right, lit up the night\n  I never seen you before, so were ya been&were you been hidin?\n  Probably, havin a bad relationship, steadily fightin\n  Came to find me someone like yo, problem solver\n  The man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn't a caller\n  Let's make it right, and the only way to make it right\n  Until the midnight, until the midnight\n  [Chorus]\n"}]