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The Pharcyde- Oh Shit!
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald Byrd
Donald Byrd
Sampled Artist
Fatlip
Fatlip
Vocals
Imani
Imani
Vocals
Slimkid3
Slimkid3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emandu Wilcox
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter
Derrick Stewart
Derrick Stewart
Songwriter
John Martinez
John Martinez
Songwriter
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Phillips
Al Phillips
Additional Engineer
Doug Boehm
Doug Boehm
Additional Engineer
Eric Sarafin
Eric Sarafin
Mixing Engineer
J-Swift
J-Swift
Producer
James Mansfield
James Mansfield
Additional Engineer
Jim Ervin
Jim Ervin
Additional Engineer
Joe Primeau
Joe Primeau
Mixing Engineer
The Pharcyde
The Pharcyde
Co-Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Trevant Jermaine Hardson, John Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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