Oh Shit lyrics

Artist  : Pharacyde 
Song : 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 adrenoline pumpin 


 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 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 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 (???)  

 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  

 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  

 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