i remember that freak bitch lyrics – cypress hill

hey yo

i remember that freak b*tch, up in the clubs
the victoria secret, she gives love
no matter which way you keep it
you’ll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
you get the gloves b*tch!

i used to know this girl that slanged the green sh*t
had it all goin’ on, but it didn’t mean sh*t
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

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 b*tch, high maintenance
she got her f*ckin’ cl*t pierced, chained to her *n*s
professional for wettin’ n*gg*z up, suck ’em first
till they bust, swallow nut, then she’s quick to strut

rright out the projects, been a wh*r* since ninety-one
suck a n*gg*z d*ck for fun, holdin’ guns in her buns
type of chick tell you f*ck me in the *ss’ talkin’ sh*t
while she goin’ walla walla walla walla walla on your d*ck

i remember that freak b*tch, up in the clubs
the victoria secret, she gives love
no matter which way you keep it
you’ll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
you get the gloves b*tch!

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 b*tch, 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-*ss n*gg* with the jump shot
he got that hot sh*t, all in his pocket on lock
d*mn, i guess i’m jealous that another fella’s got with her
but her sister’s, bangin’ too, what should i do?

f*ck it, i’ll do like my n*gg* smooth with the princess
plantin’ my seed in the next queen of buddha bless
f*ck playin’ the second string, on the squad
i’m blowin’ up, all in your face, word to god

yeah, i f*cked her in the hershey tunnel, deep inside
it made her p*ssy bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you
i told her ‘arch that back, let me see that *ss’
and then i kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position

you tell me baby, listen
can’t you see my f*ckin’ d*ck 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 d*ck was hard enough to dent a car
i stuck it in between to spread the red sea apart
the p*ssy fart was a motherf*ckin’ work of art
she rode my d*ck just like a kawasaki
’til the p*ssy started soundin’ sloppy like an old jalopy

time to nut, took off the condom, slapped her on the b*tt
then i bust on her face in between her lips
then she started lickin’ it, ’cause it was good sh*t, protein!
hot and rich, d*mn i got my sh*t freaky, mr. ricks

i remember that freak b*tch, up in the clubs
the victoria secret, she gives love
no matter which way you keep it
you’ll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
you get the glove b*tch!

/ cypress hill lyrics