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- The Pharcyde oh **** 歌詞
- The Pharcyde
- Oh ***********t - The Pharcyde
Oh ***********t Oh ***********t Oh * **********t
Oh ***********t Oh ***********t Oh ****** *****t
Oh ***********t Oh ***********t Oh *********** t
Oh ***********t
Little Sally Walker
Sittin' in a saucer
Oh how I tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods
Woody wood*********** 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
And my adrenaline 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 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 **** 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 ***********t oh *** ********t oh ***********t
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 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 '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 *********** it
But I knew I had to fight it
Before I could say alakazam
I took this old *** ******** in a doggie style
Greg walked in the room
That *********** cold had a fit
But all this numb-skull could say was oh ***********t
Oh ***********t oh ***********t oh *** ********t
Oh ***********t oh ***********t oh ******** ***t
Oh ***********t oh sh-
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 *** appeal
Dude she was **** man real **** 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
'Cause every time I tried to touch upon her tay-titty
She would be like quit b
*********** 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: ***********t
Oh *** ********t oh ***********t oh ***********t
Oh ******** ***t oh ***********t oh ***********t
Oh ***********t oh ***********t
Oh ***********t oh ***********t oh ***** ******t
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