Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer Oh, how I tossed that ass up Like a mission in the woods, Woody Woodpecker would If he could, but I didn't wanna pass it up To the next man, had my Walkman bumpin' On the fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin' Like a killer thriller, driller tiller, out with the Miller brew Fill 'er up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked Luke Skywalker ain't a sweet talker, so I got ill With my lightsaber that came in one fancy flavor My strange behavior led to an outburst The night felt good, but the day got worse I thought I was alone, Slim Tre the stowaway With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled By my whole school saying, "Ooh," and I'm busted for real (He came and went at the same time)
Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit
What to say the least I'm so slick that they need to call me Grease 'Cause I slips and I slides When I rides on the beast Imani and your mom, sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S (I-N-G) Yo, first comes the tongue, and then comes the she My homey's M-O-M, what? (M-I-E) Yo, and to think to day one In my eyes, I show fear 'Cause I stepped into his house His Mom's grinnin' ear-to-ear Gigglin' and winks for weeks I would encounter from this female She's sizin' me up for the kill "Oh, what the hell," is what I said to myself So that I wouldn't worry I'm sittin' on the couch And wish Greg would please hurry, what? (Up) She offered me a cup of Ripple Broke out the titty, squeezed her nipple Said, "Suck it if you like, but please don't bite it" I had an urge to say fuck it, but I knew I had to fight it Before I could say alakazam carpet mow I took this old bitch in the doggie style Greg walked in the room, that nigga cold had a fit But all this numbskull could say was, "Oh shit!"
(What's the matter, mama?) Oh shit, oh shit (What's the matter, mama?) Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh sh— (Son of a bitch) (Son of a bitch, come on!)
One fine summertime, Sunday evening Crenshaw Boulevard was in full swing Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing Rollin' in a purple Samurai Suzuki Dookie braids was the aid to her sex appeal Dude, she was dope! Man, real dope, on the real Well anyway, I went, "Toot toot" She said, "Hey, beep beep" The next day, rolled down to the beach Tuesday, me and my new Crenshaw cutie Coolin' on the beach and now she's rubbin' on my booty Suck-suck-suckin' on my neck like Dracula But it wasn't all that spectacular (Why?) 'Cause every time I tried to touch upon her tay-titty She would be like, "Quit, hehe" Bitch was frontin', but I didn't say nothin' Then all of a sudden, after someone pushed the button I got a funny feeling like something was real wrong Looked at her shoes and her feets was real long Then it hit me, oh please god, no Don't let this ho turn out to be a John Doe He pulled a fast one on me, yo I guess that's one of those things that make you go
Shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
