[Chorus: L.V.]

All the freaks come out tonight

Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights

It's so tough, oh baby oh so rough

Skeet skirt, The Town so tight

All the freaks come out tonight

For the dough, on the ho stroll

[Verse 1: Dru Down]

You got some money? (I got a tender)

And you can bend her over the table

But, be sure that you bring my stallion back to my stable

Say baby, everything was cool in the 80's

But now it's the 90's, and oh I got to find me

One of them ladies, who be up in the closet

Come out on holiday's and birthday's lookin' saucy

The party's at the Henry J. Kaiser

Ain't nothin', but the X-O, Tanqueray - I can't see no Budweiser

Maybe a little bit of Cognac, that's that

A little bit of entertainment, partners that rap

No Zapp's - strictly P-I's, V-I's, and Playa O-G's

Them little freak nasty's that be ratin’ D-D

Be in the town daily in the candy Mercedes, but ain't no freaks in the day

I wait for the night for hoes to get tight

And wouldn't care if they're in panties

Or in skin tight leather zebra stripes — it's midnight

[Chorus: L.V.]

All the freaks come out tonight

Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights

It's so tough, oh baby oh so rough

Skeet skirt, The Town so tight

All the freaks come out tonight

For the dough, on the ho stroll

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]

(This rap here) It goes for all you player haters

(Handcuff your hoes) That goes for all you Captain Save A’s

Peep my major industry, gold teeth and diamond's, been grindin'

For nine and half year's, now I'm rhymin'

I'm in effect mode like I'll be sure to drink X-O

Pedal to the metal in the Lexo, so understand

How we make 'em shout like Duran Duran (Let it all out)

When we step out the Ice Cream van (Biatch!) Don't you hear the music?

Trick's just loose it, they wanna hit the fluid

But mobb nigga's just do it like Nike, nobody like me

No fella's called me, but when I was just broke ass Jerold Ellis

They was all jesus, we just nigga's who went from wearin' Fila's

To rockin' Coliseums where they mobbed "My Adidas"

Strapped up wit heater's, now-a-day nigga's need a mini K-14

To spray nigga's, they say I got more cream

[Verse 3: Numskull]

Once upon a time in the project's, show

Two briddy's had one idea, break a baller from the East O

Figured out a plan, Num' is my man, plotted like a gold-digger bitch

I ain't got end's, so I get the shit

But I gotta change it around...

Walked her in the bathroom at Snaz Crib

Beat the cock up like she was gettin' her ass kicked

After that, I got my ass licked and passed it to my homies Once, twice, now every night she wants to bone me

She think she own me, talkin' to my nigga 'bout marriage

(That's right I don't hear you, blah, blah, blah, marriage)

The drunk talk, the drunk walk is what I gave her

The next thing I know, she started screwin' my neighbor (Who that be?)

And that be snack back hack, so bad he ran game on her

So pimp be do, we ran train on her

So she let the fame take on her mind

Speak it on her like her Pymp Tyte

[Humpty Hump]

It's just the same ol' freak after midnight

[Chorus: L.V.]

Skeez's skirt's the town so tight

All the freaks come out tonight

For the dough oh, on the ho stroll

[Verse 4: Dru Down]

Girl, I rolls in dough like Pillsbury

"Tonight's The Night" like Kris Kross

So let's floss, I be in the midnight freak tosser

Like saucer, puttin' thangs down, got to plan the man

Waitin' for somebody like John Wayne

Ready to pop at the Everton wit' long game

No old school, say it's like, "Baby, what's your name?"

Got at 'em pimpy-doo word's, and I made 'em just for you baby

All ready can't see you because you locked up all the time

Two close for my comfort, too tight like my Nikes

Hit the street's poundin', representin' the West Coast sound

One in charge, want to know the name? It's Mr. Down

Looks so right, sound's right, lit up the night

I never seen you before, so were ya been and where you been hidin'?

Probably, havin' a bad relationship, steadily fightin'

Came to find me someone like yo' problem solver

The man you been you like night, sneak and creep, and wasn't a caller

Let's make it right, and the only way to make it right

Until the midnight, until the midnight

[Chorus: L.V.]

All the freaks come out tonight

Ain't no shootin', no stabbin', no fights

It's so tough, oh in the "O" so rough

Skeez's skirt's the town so tight

All the freaks come out tonight

For the dough oh, on the ho stroll