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  • Текст песни The Pharcyde - Oh Shit

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    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 want to pass it up
    To the next man had my walkman bumpin' on
    The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'
    Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew

    Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked
    ( [unverified] )
    Luke skywalker ain't a sweet talker 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 shit, oh shit, oh shit

    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 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 up

    She offered me a cup of ripple, broke out the titty
    Squezed 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
    ( [unverified] )
    I took this old bitch in a doggie style
    Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit
    But all this numbskull could say was, oh shit

    Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
    Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
    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 an aid to her sex 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

    Suck, suck, suckin' 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
    Bitch was frontin' but I didn't say nothin'

    Then all of the 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

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