Feelin’ Freaky - Nick Cannon

'Yo put the kids to bed
B2k and Nick Cannon
Trackmasters the Pied Piper
Yo' the freaks come out at night
I'm like Houdini with the magic stick
When you turn out the lights
Shawty grippin' my stomach tighter
When I burn out on the bike
Holla at the young thugs
What we doing tonight
I'm in the O J throwback jersey
Dressed to kill Bridget won't get it
But Vanessa will Vanessa's real
Shawty got sex appeal
You can hear this beat bangin from the exit still
Pied Piper we need something for these chicks to dance
So look Mami I'm trying to grind
I'm not trying to romance you
I'm just trying to get them pants loose
Lets get private 2 way text me
T-Mobile sidekick
One-on-One lets talk and neglect the gossip
I'm as real as they come Baby girl I got this
My wrist all numb you can watch the watch gliss
We already bubbly we ain't gotta pop Cris'
I come through
My style is powder blue
T's and nike shoes
Plus chicks by the deuce(uh huh)
Ain't no tellin what this man might do
'Cause tonight this man ain't playing by the rules
So tell me
Anybody feelin' freeeeaky
Anybody feelin' freeeeaky
Anybody feelin' freeeeaky
Anybody feelin' freeeeaky
We tearin' the club like them boys did in the roxy
Million dollar thug like I'm Ted D B I C
Crack game on the plain
Probably think its Yahtzee
Wrist on rocky How you gone stop me
Shawty like "Papi" Crib like "Ozzy's"
Imma show you how to ball girl just watch me
Imma never quit like Whitney