Oh Shit
★The Pharcyde Lyrics
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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
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked
Luke Skywalker ain't a sweettalker 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
(He came and went at the same time)
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 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 fuck it but I knew I had to fight it
Before I could say alakazam par dick ma wah
Flipped 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 sh
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 real
Well anyway I went toot toot she said hey beep beep
The next day rolled down to the beach, deuce deep
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?)
'Cause 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 a sudden as if 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
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
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked
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
(He came and went at the same time)
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 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 fuck it but I knew I had to fight it
Before I could say alakazam par dick ma wah
Flipped 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 sh
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 real
Well anyway I went toot toot she said hey beep beep
The next day rolled down to the beach, deuce deep
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?)
'Cause 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 a sudden as if 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
The song "Oh Shit" by The Pharcyde tells three separate stories of sexual mishaps and awkward encounters. The first verse tells the story of a boy trying to impress a girl named Little Sally Walker. The second verse is about a boy's encounter with his friend's mother. The third and final verse is about an encounter with a transgender woman. Each story is told with humor and clever wordplay, but also highlights the awkwardness and discomfort that can come with sexual experiences.
The song's lyrics are filled with sexual references and innuendos, which are both humorous and uncomfortable at the same time. The song's use of humor to discuss uncomfortable sexual topics is a common theme in The Pharcyde's music. The group often used their music to discuss topics that were taboo or uncomfortable, but did so in a clever and humorous way.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: TREVANT JERMAINE HARDSON, JOHN MARTINEZ, DERRICK STEWART, DERRICK LEMEL STEWART, EMANDU WILCOX, EMANDU IMANI RASHAAN WILCOX
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@camilaerrico218
so sad that they didn’t get the recognition they deserved. This album is PURE GOLD
@rasungod7257
This album went Gold RIAA certified.
@CarlosHernandez-rl2wg
@RA SunGod7 They didn't see the profits though.
@rasungod7257
@Carlos Hernandez especially if the record company gets a majority of the profits. Fatlip said when they were featured in the movie documentary "Rhyme And Reason" (1997) : "These record labels are sheisty man. They don't care about the artist you know what I'm saying? They let the artist do what he wanna do. "Yeah act silly do it for me " You know. They get a certain percentage, man we get Kibbles you what I'm saying that's played out"
@Mr.Majestic77
The Pharcyde (Far Side) definitely in the conversation with A Tribe Called Quest, Outkast, De La Soul, Goodie Mob, The Roots, Little Brother & Slum Village.
@localppc242
They did get recognition. They couldn’t get along with each other. Sometimes it’s the artist fault.
@DarknessViper99
Love the horrorcore elements in this song. Not a fan of that genre, but Pharcyde would pull it off so well.
@holdmeclosertonydanza22
Feels like one of the first ever horrorcore tracks, like I know gangster rap flirted with the concept of glorified violence and gore, but this feels so much more playful, like the genre would grow to be. I'm not a horrorcore guy either, but I can appreciate how it works here.
@gokuparaguaio1319
That's what I like about Pharcyde. The diversity in their style.
@ronanderson8490
The mixing of this song is insanely good.