Smoothed out without the R&B
(Mercy) come on
(Mercy) come on, y'all
(Mercy) come on
There's no R&B in this song (mercy)
Now come along, my children, come along (oh, yeah)
Come along, my children, come along
Come along, my children, come along (oh, yeah)
There's no R&B in this song

Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
Her flaunt's to the point just like a missile
A habit with ears kiddin' with gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair she asked my name
(Hey, baby, what's your name?) (Yeah)
Now ever so fab, I said, "I'm Wala"
Most wild who used to run tough with Koala
She was a winner worth my metaphor and she knew that (¿Tienes hambre? Sí)
I said, "I'm gonna feed your mouth," she said, "You do that" (uh-huh)
Now Crystal style the Jeep, I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man with lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile (yeah)
I show her to her lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
I licked her like a stamp, later sticked her like a champ (what?)
But the (tramp) gave me burn, I had to go see the doctor

(Three days later, uhh) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(Three days later, oh, yeah) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(Three days later, yeah) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(Three days later) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer

Well, it was thirty after nine and I was loungin'
Tokin' on some smoke 'and I was poundin'
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall
Thinkin' a good day to shop, but then we got stopped
A shooter man said, "Yo, well, it's is a stick up"
(Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, come on)
A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up (give me the money, give me the loot)
I had screens in my pocket and, man, tonight's my date
With Smokey Sue, now what was I to do?
In my head, I'm thinking, "Should I dodge the bullet?"
(Man, this kid is bluffin' you can pull it)
I feared the whole scene, the shooter didn't bluff
Now look at me now, he shot my ass dead

(Yeah)

(You shouldn't have)
(Well, I did, so let's get in the van)
(You shouldn't have done that)
(but, I did, so get in the fucking van)

(I love you, Dave)
(I, I love you, Dave)
(I, I love you, Dave)
(I, I love you, Dave)
(I, I love you, Dave) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(I, I love you, Dave) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(I, I love you, Dave) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(I, I love you, Dave) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): A Snyder, David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Lou Donaldson, Paul Huston, T. George, Vincent Mason