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