Heltah Skeltah
The Crab Inn
One night I was chillin out at the crab inn
Spot these two shorty wops who felt like stabbin
Invited shorties to the table to break bread with us
Thinkin later on they gonna give head to us

So instead we just
Parlayed in the cut with
A ton of seafood and these two swollen b*** chicks
T**ties off the hook word
I peeped them both
Cuz they be bouncing when they laughed
And my son had jokes

One ate too much
The other is a salad eatin b*t*h
But they both slim shorties
So it don't mean sh*t

I told these chicks that I thought they both had cla**
They looked at me funny and laughed
Like I ain't have cash

I said hahahahaha
Had to find that funny
So I said no child, I'm Tall Sean
That's the Bummy

Bummy Jab baby
Eat your crabs, and stop flapping
That dodgin' b*t*h ate the fish like somebody's clapping

We ate five desert shrimp
Four bottles of such and such
Three lobsters with these
Two crabs, but we going dutch
I don't drink so I'm toe up from too much Dom P
With my eyes I told shorty I'm feeling horny
But she bore me yappin about her man and how he's
Some d**ksnot and she getting him for lots of cheese

The other girl I'm talking to said she lives in the Bronx
Work at AT&T, and she do what she wants
Peep the stee, tight jeans, blonde hair and the cellular
Said she got no kids, plus she push a white Celica

But I don't give a what
All that sh*t's irrelevant as hell

Ya heard about the oh oh

Hold up, hold up
What's that smell?

Ah self son
I can't help the
Farts from coming
I ate too much food
GOD DAMN that sh*t is hummin!
Handle that boy!

Got from the table and said excuse me
Walked to the bathroom feelin a little loosey goosey
Soon as I got inside
You know I
Handled my duty(doodie?)
Walked back to the table
Hey yo, what happened to them cuties?

[Rock and Ruck talking]
-F**k happened to them?
-I don't know son. This n***a goes to the bathroom, the b*t*hes ate just as much as he did, they go to the bathroom, and the bathroom is all the way on the other side of the f**kin crab inn and sh*t!
-If I go to the bathroom you're supposed to hold them b*t*hes down!
-F**k I'm supposed to hold the b*t*hes hostage?! Cmon, let's get the f**k out of here!

We payed the bill and we skated to the ATM
To re-up on cash flow
Them b*t*hes played me DAMN!
In my truck, and we riffing all the way to the Ville

I can't believe you let them b*t*hes stiff us for the bill

That's my word
If I ever see'em I'ma treat'em like they dudes
Straight up beat'em down on the streets end

When I see them I'ma stick them chickens for they cash
You're lights blinkin, here's a few Lincoln's for some gas

Just fart in the tank with your stinka**!
You know duke?
Think fast
Direct me to the nearest Mobil

Right there on the left

Went the left, and then the right
Pulled up to a pump
And I couldn't believe my eyes!

I'm nearsighted
But I could still tell it's the
Same two punk b*t*hes in that Celica
Get your gat son
I'm bout to catch a body kid
This b*t*h got into the stance like the Karate Kid
Thinkin, this b*t*h's about to kick off my head
I did the logical thing
N***a I pulled her leg (what'd you do son?)
N***a I pulled her leg (tell'em again)
N***a I pulled her leg (one more time for the people)
Pulled her leg

-I'll pull your's right now
-Stupid sons and daughters, b*t*hes and punk b*st*rds!
-F**k I look like? Letting some punk a** b*t*hes run up out the joint? I'm supposed to be some d**ksnot?
-Get the f**k outta here! Let this be a lesson to all you b*t*h crazy a** sons of b*t*hes...we'll get y'all
-Word is bond jovi, we out!