Oh Shit Lyrics - Cydeways: The Best Of The Pharcyde - 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 kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew 

Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked 

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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 

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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