paroles de chanson Oh Shit - The Pharcyde
Oh
shit,
oh
shit,
oh
shit
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
Fill
'er
up,
took
it
'til
the
damn
Dutch
puked
Luke
Skywalker
ain't
a
sweet
talker
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
Oh
shit,
oh
shit,
oh
shit
What
to
say
the
least
I'm
so
slick
that
they
need
to
call
me
Grease
'Cause
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
comes
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
'Cause
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
carpet
mow
I
took
this
old
bitch
in
the
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,
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
'Cuz
everytime
I
tried
to
touch
upon
her
tay-titty
She
would
be
like
quit
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
1 4 Better Or 4 Worse (Interlude)
2 Oh Shit
3 It's Jiggaboo Time
4 4 Better Or 4 Worse
5 I'm That Type Of Nigga
6 If I Were President
7 Soul Flower - Remix
8 On The DL
9 Pack The Pipe (Interlude)
10 Officer
11 Ya Mama
12 Passin' Me By
13 Otha Fish
14 Quinton's On The Way (Skit)
15 Pack The Pipe
16 Return Of The B-Boy
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