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Oh Shit

Little Sally Walker, sitting 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 bumping on

The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumping

Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew

Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked

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 saying "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

'cause I slips and I slides when I rides on the beast

Imani and your mom sitting in a tree,

K-I-s-s-I-n-g

Yo first comes the tongue

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 'cause

I stepped into his house his

Mom's grinning ear to ear

Giggling and winks for weeks

I would encounter from this female

She's sizing me up for the kill

Oh what the hell is what I said to myself so that I wouldn't worry

I'm sitting on the couch and wish Greg would please hurry 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 kumbik muaha

I took this old bitch in a doggie style

Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit

But all this numb skull could say was oh shit!

Oh shit, oh shit, 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 samuri 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

Cooling on the beach and now she's rubbing on my booty

Suck suck sucking 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 be

Bitch was fronting but I didn't say nothing

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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written by Hardson, Trevant Jermaine / Stewart, Derrick Lemel / Wilcox, Emandu Imani Rashan / Martinez, John

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