Touch And Go: I remember that freak bith

Aiy-yo![B-Real]I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubsThe Victoria's Secret, she give loveNo matter which way you keep itYou'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it(You get the gloves bitch!)I used to know this girl that slanged the green shitHad it all goin on, but it didn't mean shitShe wanted to be a star, with big carsand all the fame that came my way I gotta saythat she was all that, and a bag of indowith no seed, such a delightful weedI wish she was still around but, no she's goneI guess she got blessed and she got put onAiyyo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was thebomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ranHad all the holy books, and notes to get stillI never met another dealer with that appealWith those electric eyes, hypnotizedany wise man surprised, the queen of the lye[Barron Ricks]Bee eyes, bouncin five deep, clicked of innocenceHangin with friends, all under surveillance from the governmentWhile Don want tights they floss rights, just chewin on iceMeditatin with her camp, gettin dampShe's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenanceShe got her fuckin clit pierced, chained to her anusProfessional for wettin niggaz up, suck em firsttil they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strutright out the projects, been a whore since ninety-oneSuck a niggaz dick for fun, holdin guns in her bunsType of chick tell you 'fuck me in the ass' talkin shitWhile she goin WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA on your dick[B-Real]I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubsThe Victoria's Secret, she give loveNo matter which way you keep itYou'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it(You get the gloves bitch!)Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screenSo I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dreamor better yet like a fiend, who need a fixShe wasn't like other chicks, pullin tricks on the scheme for chipsShe was like, Run-D.M.C., _Tougher Than Leather_Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a featherNever again will I meet a woman of her natureSkyPager turned off, datin one of the LakersLucky-ass nigga with the jump shotHe got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lockDamn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with herbut her sister's, bangin too, what should I do?Fuck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the PrincessPlantin my seed in the next Queen of Buddha BlessFuck playin the second string, on the squadI'm blowin up, all in your face, word to God[Barron Ricks]Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep insideit made her pussy bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves youI told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in positionYou tell me baby listen, can't you see my fuckin dick is throbbinShe started slobbin and gogglin, spittin burblin burpin itI 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 inbetween to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fartwas a motherfuckin work of art, she rode my dickjust like a Kawasaki til the pussy started soundin sloppylike an old jalopy, time to nutTook off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I buston her face in between her lipsThen she started lickin it, cause it was good shit, protein!Hot and rich.. damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks[B-Real]I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubsThe Victoria's Secret, she give loveNo matter which way you keep itYou'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it(You get the glove bitch!)