The Pharcyde

The Pharcyde - Oh Shit lyrics

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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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Delicious Vinyl, Inc.

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde (1992) , Cydeways (2001)

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