[Simon Sayz] Damn

[dialing phone]

[dial tone]

[Female] Hello?

[Simon Sayz] Baby, this is Simon

Wake up

[Female] What?

[Simon Sayz] This is Simon

Yo, me and Spitball, we need a ride

[Female] Wait, w-w-what?

[Simon Sayz] We're stranded

We're stranded on the Sunset Strip, we need a ride, what's up?

[Female Ah, trippin', what happened?



[Chorus:]

[Spitball] She was a Molotov cocktail waitress, working nights

At this joint, on the corner of pleasure and pain

She was bad, she was REAL BAD

[Simon Sayz] The kind of girl who lives her life in the fast lane



[Verse 1: Spitball] She was a Molotov cocktail waitress, working nights

At this joint, on the corner of pleasure and pain

The first time I saw her, I almost froze

[?]

She was perfect

[Simon Sayz:] Check the description, she was stickin'

The wicked chocolate-skinned vixen

A mix of fire and ice

Nothin' nice

Built just right, out of sight, her tight jeans packin'

Dynamite in the rear

Seams about to split

Big lips, big tits

Thighs that don't quit

A perfect fit in low-cut hip huggers

[Spitball] I wonder what she looks like in latex rubber

[Simon Sayz] I wonder what she looks like underneath those clothes

It ain't hard to tell, she's half exposed

She's got perfect toes

Diamond caps

Ass like Stacey Dash, built to last

[Spitball] Stepped to her like "Dang!"

You're the baddest thing

That I've ever seen

Baby, can I get a sprung drink?

She was cool, I was cool

Everything was cool

By the way, this is Simon

[Girl] Yo, what's up?

[Simon Sayz] What's up, girl?



[Chorus]



[Verse 2:]

[Simon Sayz] Ay yo, when's last call, girl?

[Girl] 2 A.M.

[Simon Sayz] We'll be back around then, I know you down for the three-way

Hook up

We got the afterhour hooked up

We got the kush and white lines to leave you shook up

[Spitball] Pick you up, then went to a spot on Santa Monica

[Simon Sayz] We spot further, people with insomnia

[Spitball] The spot where

Models and actors, mingle with rappers

Strippers, gangsters, freaks and backpackers

[Simon Sayz] Hollywood swinging in West Los Angeles

Dancing with a cocktail waitress, getting scandalous

[Spitball] I fumbled and pulled down her pants

[Simon Sayz] I nibbled on her necklines

No sweet-nothin's, I'm whipsering sex rhymes

[Spitball] She took me to the bathroom, unzipped her Sasoons

[Simon Sayz] We rubbed on her body while she moved to The Batunes

[Spitball] She was loving it, we slid to the booth

Sparked another lung, got loose

[Simon Sayz] Sippin' juice and grey goose

Things are gettin' blurry

[Spitball] Ay yo, Simon, we better move this party in a hurry

[Simon Sayz] Let's get a room on the Sunset Strip

I know you down, honey dip, cause you'se a trick



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Female in background]

[Spitball] We got the room and two buckets of ice

It was getting freakier, she was doing things

That I've never seen a girl do

[Simon Sayz] She was naked, spread eagle

Beautiful and Barely Legal

She was into

Nipple clamps, sex toys and dank

Taking on the bedroom champs, what a tramp

[Spitball] I'm in love

[Simon Sayz] I'm in love

[Spitball] We all got a work out

Next thing you know, she pulled her purse out, yellin'

[Female] GET DOWN!

[Spitball] She whipped out a .38 slump nose (Motherfuckers)

[Simon Sayz] We're gettin' jacked by a bimbo

The door flies open, it's another freak holdin' a gat

A fat biker chick with tat's on her rack

[Spitball] Like that?

[Simon Sayz] Like that

The bitch pistol-whipped me

[Spitball] Then all but one stepped back, and hit me with the kick, G

[Simon Sayz] It was crazy

[Spitball] They beat us, then pound us

They duct-taped our feet, made us tell 'em where the power is

[Simon Sayz] What a trip

[Spitball] What a trip

[Simon Sayz] Gettin' punked by chicks

They got the wallets, the weed and the keys to the whip

[Spitball] We got took

[Simon Sayz] We got took by a beautiful crook

Blinded by sex, drugs and good looks



[Chorus x2]