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cypress hill - i remember that freak bitch (from the club) / interlude part 2 كلمات الأغنية

[b-real]
i remember that freak b-tch, 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-tch!)

i used to know this girl that slanged the green sh-t
had it all going 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

[barron ricks]
bee eyes, bouncing five deep, cl!cked 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-tch, high maintenance
she got her f-cking cl-t pierced, chained to her -n-s
professional for wetting n-ggas up, suck em first
til they bust, swallow nut, then she’s quick to strut
right out the projects, been a wh0r- since ninety-one
suck a n-ggas 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

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-tch, 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–ss n-gga 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, banging too, what should i do?
f-ck it i’ll do like my n-gga smooth with the princess
planting my seed in the next queen of buddha bless
f-ck playing the second string, on the squad
i’m blowing up, all in your face, word to god

[barron ricks]
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, l!cked it, stuck my nose all in position
you tell me baby listen, can’t you see my f-cking 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-cking 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 l!cking it, cause it was good sh-t, protein!
hot and rich.. d-mn i got my sh-t freaky, mr. ricks

- cypress hill

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