Damn



Hello?
Baby, this is Simon
Wake up

What?
This is Simon
Yo, me and Spitball, we need a ride

Wait, w-w-what?
We're stranded
We're stranded on the Sunset Strip, we need a ride, what's up?

[Female Ah, trippin', what happened?



She was a Molotov @@#!tail waitress, working nights
At this joint, on the corner of pleasure and pain
She was bad, she was REAL BAD

The kind of girl who lives her life in the fast lane

She was a Molotov @@#!tail waitress, working nights

At this joint, on the corner of pleasure and pain
The first time I saw her, I almost froze


She was perfect
Check the description, she was stickin'
The wicked chocolate-skinned vixen

A mix of fire and ice
Nothin' nice
Built just right, out of sight, her tight jeans packin'

Dynamite in the rear
Seams about to split
Big lips, big tits

Thighs that don't quit
A perfect fit in low-cut hip huggers
I wonder what she looks like in latex rubber

I wonder what she looks like underneath those clothes
It ain't hard to tell, she's half exposed
She's got perfect toes

Diamond caps
Ass like Stacey Dash, built to last
Stepped to her like "Dang!"

You're the baddest thing
That I've ever seen
Baby, can I get a sprung drink?

She was cool, I was cool
Everything was cool
By the way, this is Simon

Yo, what's up?
What's up, girl?






Ay yo, when's last call, girl?
2 A.M.
We'll be back around then, I know you down for the three-way

Hook up
We got the afterhour hooked up
We got the kush and white lines to leave you shook up

Pick you up, then went to a spot on Santa Monica
We spot further, people with insomnia
The spot where

Models and actors, mingle with rappers
Strippers, gangsters, freaks and backpackers
Hollywood swinging in West Los Angeles

Dancing with a @@#!tail waitress, getting scandalous
I fumbled and pulled down her pants
I nibbled on her necklines

No sweet-nothin's, I'm whipsering sex rhymes
She took me to the bathroom, unzipped her Sasoons
We rubbed on her body while she moved to The Batunes

She was loving it, we slid to the booth
Sparked another lung, got loose
Sippin' juice and grey goose

Things are gettin' blurry
Ay yo, Simon, we better move this party in a hurry
Let's get a room on the Sunset Strip
I know you down, honey dip, cause you'se a trick





We got the room and two buckets of ice
It was getting freakier, she was doing things

That I've never seen a girl do
She was naked, spread eagle
Beautiful and Barely Legal
She was into
Nipple clamps, sex toys and dank

Taking on the bedroom champs, what a tramp
I'm in love
I'm in love
We all got a work out
Next thing you know, she pulled her purse out, yellin'

GET DOWN!
She whipped out a .38 slump nose (Mother$#&@ers)
We're gettin' jacked by a bimbo
The door flies open, it's another freak holdin' a gat
A fat biker chick with tat's on her rack
Like that?

Like that
The (*##$ pistol-whipped me
Then all but one stepped back, and hit me with the kick, G
It was crazy
They beat us, then pound us
They duct-taped our feet, made us tell 'em where the power is
What a trip

What a trip
Gettin' punked by chicks
They got the wallets, the weed and the keys to the whip
We got took
We got took by a beautiful crook
Blinded by sex, drugs and good looks