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 kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew      Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked   ([unverified])   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 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   ([unverified])   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 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, 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