Cypress Hill - I Remember That Freak b**h (From the Club) / Interlude Part 2 lyrics

[B-Real] I remember that freak b**h, 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 b**h!) I used to know this girl that slanged the green sh** Had it all going on, but it didn't mean sh** 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 b**h, high maintenance She got her f**ing clit pierced, chained to her an*s Professional for wetting n***as up, s** em first Til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut Right out the projects, been a who*e since ninety-one s** a n***as dick for fun, holdin guns in her buns Type of chick tell you ‘f** me in the a**' talkin sh** While she goin WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA on your dick [B-Real] I remember that freak b**h, 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 b**h!) 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 b**h, 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-a** n***a with the jump shot He got that hot sh**, 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? f** it I'll do like my n***a Smooth with the Princess Planting my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless f** playing the second string, on the squad I'm blowing up, all in your face, word to God [Barron Ricks] Yeah I f**ed her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside It made her p**y bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you I told her ‘arch that back, let me see that a**' And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position You tell me baby listen, can't you see my f**ing 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 p**y fart Was a motherf**ing work of art, she rode my dick Just like a Kawasaki til the p**y started soundin sloppy Like an old jalopy, time to nut Took off the condom slapped her on the bu*t, then I bust On her face in between her lips Then she started licking it, cause it was good sh**, protein! Hot and rich.. damn I got my sh** freaky, Mr. Ricks [B-Real] I remember that freak b**h, 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 b**h!)