I would encounter from this female
So that I wouldn't worry, I'm sittin' on the couch
My strange behavior led to an outburst
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew
But all this numbskull could say was, oh shit
Then it hit me, oh please God no
But I didn't want to pass it up
Well, anyway I went toot, toot she said, "Hey, a beep, beep"
Oh, how I tossed that ass up
Imani and your mom sittin' in a tree, K I S S I N G
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To the next man had my walkman bumpin' on
Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit
Yo, first comes the tounge
'Cuz everytime I tried to touch upon her tay-titty
And then come the she my homey's M O M, what?
Woody woodpecker would if he could
I got a funny feeling like something was real wrong
Dude she was dope man real dope on the wheel
But it wasn't all that spectacular
Oh, what the hell is what I said to myself
I guess that's one of those things that make you go, shit
One fine summertime Sunday evening
I had an urge to say fuck it but I knew I had to fight it
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She offered me a cup of ripple, broke out the titty
Don't let this ho turn out to be a John doe
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor
Bitch was frontin' but I didn't say nothin'
Looked at her shoes and her feets was real long
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
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Son-of-a bitch, son-of-a bitch, come on
Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving
He pulled a fast one on me, yo
Then all of the sudden after someone pushed the button
Coolin' on the beach and now she's rubbin' on my booty
What to say the least
I took this old bitch in a doggie style
Before I could say alakazam
And wish Greg would please hurry up
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Was an aid to her sex appeal
Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'
Crenshaw Boulevard was in full swing
Like a mission in the woods
She would be like quit B
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With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
Tuesday me and my new Crenshaw cutie
The night felt good but the day got worse
By my whole school sayin', "Ooh" and I'm busted for real
'Cuz I stepped into his house, his mom's grinnin' ear to ear
'Cuz I slips and I slides when I rides on the beast
Squezed her nipple, said, "Suck it if you like but please don't bite it"
I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway
The next day rolled down to the beach
Luke skywalker ain't a sweet talker so I got ill
She's sizin' me up for the kill
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Yo and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
Gigglin' and winks for weeks
(Why?)
Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing
I'm so slick that they need to call me grease
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Suck, suck, suckin' on my neck like dracula
Rollin' in a purple Samurai Suzuki dookie braids