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letra de molotov cocktail waitress - earthquake institute

[simon sayz] d-mn
[dialing phone]
[dial tone]
[female] h-llo?
[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 c-cktail 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 c-cktail 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 t-ts
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
-ss 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 c-cktail 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 s-x 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, s-x 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 (motherf-ckers)
[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 b-tch 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 s-x, drugs and good looks

[chorus x2]

- earthquake institute

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