Two Way Street Slick Rick

Well I shot some deer, then I copped some beer
And did a show up in west bumblefuck somewhere
Due to rap's wider ratio, satelites-to-NATO
Hillbilly's drawers flew on stage like tomatoes
Apparently more mack than I thought
Unfortunately wifepiece back in New York
And I'm starvin - being human and open
A mad fine hillbilly woman was scopin' Rick
Thought entered how to lean and bend it
Though I'm not gonna lie I was extremely tempted
("To what Rick?")
To discharging a sister, next thing in the dressing room
("Pardon me mister")
"Yes" I said, cautiously
("Crazy but possibly you could sign your name on the back of these daisy duke shorts for me?")
Tried to resist, now girlfriend's starting it
"The pen won't write", ("You can press down hard on it")
Now my hand browsing her south end, spun around, about to shove my tongue in her mouth when ("RING")
Loosen the grip my (?) had; my girl she was talking so nice I felt bad
Being untrue no telling what it might do to her
"I Love you" - Forced to say "I Love you" back too to her
Any thought of getting pussy was doomed, too
("You gotta wife?") "Anniversary comin' up soon too"
Got off the phone, (?)
"Don't get me wrong, it's not like you're not cute" (uh huh)
I'm all from the street and I be wanting to skeet in you ("I understand good-bye it was real nice meeting ya)
What an angel overcoming his wrongness, all I am trying to get across in this song is...