Cypress Hill

"IV"

"I Remember That Freak b_tch"

[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 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 [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 b_tch, high maintenance she got her f_ckin c_it pierced, chained to her anus professional for wettin niggaz up, suck em first til they bust, swallow n_t, then she's quick to strut right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one suck a niggaz d_ck for fun, holdin guns in her buns type of chick tell you 'f_ck me in the a__' talkin sh_t while she goin walla-walla-walla-walla-walla on your d_ck