Testo: Earthquake Institute (The). Super B-Boy Pimpin'. Molotov Cocktail Waitress.

[Simon Sayz] Damn
[dialing phone]
[dial tone]
[Female] Hello?
[Simon Sayz] Baby, this is Simon
Wake up
[Female] What?
[Simon Sayz] This is Simon
Yo, me and Spitball, we need a ride
[Female] Wait, w-w-what?
[Simon Sayz] We're stranded
We're stranded on the Sunset Strip, we need a ride, what's up?
[Female Ah, trippin', what happened?

[Chorus:]
[Spitball] She was a Molotov cocktail waitress, working nights
At this joint, on the corner of pleasure and pain
She was bad, she was REAL BAD
[Simon Sayz] The kind of girl who lives her life in the fast lane

[Verse 1: Spitball] She was a Molotov cocktail 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
[Simon Sayz:] 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
[Spitball] I wonder what she looks like in latex rubber
[Simon Sayz] 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
[Spitball] 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
[Girl] Yo, what's up?
[Simon Sayz] What's up, girl?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
[Simon Sayz] Ay yo, when's last call, girl?
[Girl] 2 A.M.
[Simon Sayz] 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
[Spitball] Pick you up, then went to a spot on Santa Monica
[Simon Sayz] We spot further, people with insomnia
[Spitball] The spot where
Models and actors, mingle with rappers
Strippers, gangsters, freaks and backpackers
[Simon Sayz] Hollywood swinging in West Los Angeles
Dancing with a cocktail waitress, getting scandalous
[Spitball] I fumbled and pulled down her pants
[Simon Sayz] I nibbled on her necklines
No sweet-nothin's, I'm whipsering sex rhymes
[Spitball] She took me to the bathroom, unzipped her Sasoons
[Simon Sayz] We rubbed on her body while she moved to The Batunes
[Spitball] She was loving it, we slid to the booth
Sparked another lung, got loose
[Simon Sayz] Sippin' juice and grey goose
Things are gettin' blurry
[Spitball] Ay yo, Simon, we better move this party in a hurry
[Simon Sayz] Let's get a room on the Sunset Strip
I know you down, honey dip, cause you'se a trick

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Female in background]
[Spitball] 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
[Simon Sayz] 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
[Spitball] I'm in love
[Simon Sayz] I'm in love
[Spitball] We all got a work out
Next thing you know, she pulled her purse out, yellin'
[Female] GET DOWN!
[Spitball] She whipped out a .38 slump nose (Motherfuckers)
[Simon Sayz] 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
[Spitball] Like that?
[Simon Sayz] Like that
The bitch pistol-whipped me
[Spitball] Then all but one stepped back, and hit me with the kick, G
[Simon Sayz] It was crazy
[Spitball] They beat us, then pound us
They duct-taped our feet, made us tell 'em where the power is
[Simon Sayz] What a trip
[Spitball] What a trip
[Simon Sayz] Gettin' punked by chicks
They got the wallets, the weed and the keys to the whip
[Spitball] We got took
[Simon Sayz] We got took by a beautiful crook
Blinded by sex, drugs and good looks

[Chorus x2]