Soundtracks - Oh S**t by The Pharcyde lyrics

Little Sally Walker, sittin in a saucer, Oh, how I tossed that a** up Like a mission in the woods, woody woodpecker would if he could, But I didn't want to pa** it up To the next man had my walkman bumpin on The fifty yard line and my adrenoline pumpin Like a k** thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked [?] Luke skywalker ain't a sweettalker so I got ill With my light saber 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 trade 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 sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t What to say the least I'm so slick that they need to call me grease Cuz 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 tounge And then come the she my homey's m-o-m what (m-i-e) Yo, and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear cuz 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 k** 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 up She offered me a cup of ripple broke out the titty Squezed her nipple said s** it if you like but please don't bite it I had an urge to say f**k it but I knew I had to fight it Before I could say alakazam [?] I took this old b**ch in a doggie style Greg walked in the room that n***a cold had a fit But all this numbskull could say was oh sh*t! Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh- Son-of-a b**ch, son-of-a b**ch, 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 samuri suzuki dookie braids was an aid to her s** appeal Dude she was dope man real dope on the wheel Well anyway I went toot toot she said hey a 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 s** s** s**in on my neck like dracula But it wasn't all that spectacular (why?) Cuz everytime I tried to touch upon her tay-titty She would be like quit b b**ch was frontin but I didn't say nothin Then all of the sudden after someone pushed the bu*ton 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: sh*t! Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t....