Cypress Hill feat. Barron Ricks



I Remember That Freak Bitch

[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 goin 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, bouncin five deep, clicked of innocence

Hangin 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 fuckin clit pierced, chained to her anus

Professional for wettin niggaz 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 niggaz 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!)



Yeah 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, who need a fix

She wasn't like other chicks, pullin 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, datin 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, bangin too, what should I do?

Fuck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess

Plantin my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless

Fuck playin the second string, on the squad

I'm blowin 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 fuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 lickin 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!)