Cypress Hill — I Remember That Freak Bitch From the Club / Interlude Part 2

[B-Real] I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs The Victoria’s Secret, she give love No matter which way you keep it You’ll get shoved out the picture, now peep it (You get the gloves bitch!) I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit Had it all going on, but it didn’t mean shit She wanted to be a star, with big cars And all the fame that came my way I gotta say That she was all that, and a bag of indo With no seed, such a delightful weed I wish she was still around but, no she’s gone I guess she got blessed and she got put on Aiyyo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the Bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I’m not Qu’ran Had all the holy books, and notes to get still I never met another dealer with that appeal With those electric eyes, hypnotized Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye [Barron Ricks] Bee eyes, bouncing five deep, clicked of innocence Hanging with friends, all under surveillance from the government While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewin on ice Meditatin with her camp, gettin damp She’s a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance She got her fucking clit pierced, chained to her anus Professional for wetting niggas up, suck em first Til they bust, swallow nut, then she’s quick to strut Right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one Suck a niggas dick for fun, holdin guns in her buns Type of chick tell you ‘fuck me in the ass’ talkin shit While she goin WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA on your dick [B-Real] I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs The Victoria’s Secret, she give love No matter which way you keep it You’ll get shoved out the picture, now peep it (You get the gloves bitch!) It's been years since I seen the queen of green on the screen So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream Or better yet like a fiend, needing a fix She wasn’t like other chicks, pulling tricks on the scheme for chips She was like, Run-D.M.C., Tougher Than Leather Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather Never again will I meet a woman of her nature SkyPager turned off, dating one of the Lakers Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock Damn I guess I’m jealous that another fella’s got with her But her sister’s, banging too, what should I do? Fuck it I’ll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess Planting my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless Fuck playing the second string, on the squad I’m blowing up, all in your face, word to God [Barron Ricks] Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside It made her pussy bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you I told her ‘arch that back, let me see that ass’ And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position You tell me baby listen, can’t you see my fucking dick is throbbin She started slobbin and gogglin, spittin burblin burpin it I told her ‘just don’t matter baby, just don’t bite it’ No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart Was a motherfucking work of art, she rode my dick Just like a Kawasaki til the pussy started soundin sloppy Like an old jalopy, time to nut Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust On her face in between her lips Then she started licking it, cause it was good shit, protein! Hot and rich.. damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks [B-Real] I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs The Victoria’s Secret, she give love No matter which way you keep it You’ll get shoved out the picture, now peep it (You get the glove bitch!)