Oh Sh*t - The Pharcyde

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 killer 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 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 sayin «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

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 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 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

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 par dick ma wah

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 samurai Suzuki dookie braids was an aid to her sex appeal

Dude, she was dope, man, real dope on the real

Well anyway I went toot toot she said hey a beep beep

The next day rolled down to the beach, deuce deep

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 a sudden as if 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…