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I Remember That Freak Bitch Lyrics - Iv - Cypress Hill

Aiy-yo! 

 

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 

 

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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 

 

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!) 

 

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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 

 

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 

 

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!) 

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