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Yo, check this shit out
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Hangin out in bars can become no joke
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When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
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Or Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante
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Even forties being shared throughout the posse
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Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon
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With the melody, of a soft Barry White tune
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I sit back, like I got it made in the shade
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Holding my dick as I talk to the barmaid
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Excuse me miss, "Alright here I come
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May I help you?" Yeah, double shot of rum
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"On the rocks sir?" Mm-mmm, not at all
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Who the fucks need ice inside of burning alcohol
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I reach in my pockets to tip the whore
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But I'm clumsy, my change start falling on the floor
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I play macho, and say leave it for the sweeper
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP my fucking beeper
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I start stumbling to the phone booth
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Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof
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The phone booth door is closed, the light is on
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The girlie just dialed nine-seven-zero porn
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She sit back, with her legs cocked in the air
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While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair
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Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan
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I hit the glass, "Get the fuck off the phone!"
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She jumped up and said, "You just had to be the one
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to interrupt me when I was having so much fun"
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I said, "Hold up, yo, bitch you think it's cute
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To be perverted let alone a sleazy prostitute"
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She said, "How can you try to disrespect any female
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Or me and my homegirls just because we sell"
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I said, "Pussy? That's what you call it?"
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She screamed out, "You're god damn right you alcoholic!"
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She said, "This is a public phone and you do not run it"
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I said, "So is your pussy but can I use it when I want it?"
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Stay out of bars (2X)
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I was in Times Square, loungin hard
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Me and the Prince Rakeem, you know the God
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Watchin females posin for a flick
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Thinking of who would be the first to turn a trick
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"Yo Genius you see that?" "Yeah" "So what you think?"
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"Let's swing em to the nearest spot to have a drink"
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I winked at one she said, "Hi" in a low pitch
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Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe bitch
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Now we searchin for a zebra lounge
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to settle down, right in the heart of midtown
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Went to this place, called the Sting Pit
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Got inside and seen all types of shit
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Men who looked soft but acting wild
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Dancing to the beat, Ten City style
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Females who wore jeans that were tight
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With faces resembling transvestites
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Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean looks
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As if they were fugitive crooks
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They smiled at me and the God, showin all thirty-two
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That's when I caught the clue
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As this red-bone, who thought she looked fly
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Rolled up on me, and she said "Hi"
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That one little word fucked up the whole night
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Her voice was deeper, than Barry White
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I jumped up, and boy did I flip
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I pull out a nine and I empty the clip
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The place was flowin with crazy blood
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A little midtown massacre type flood
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And as we stepped off from the scene
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Here's the message I got from Rakeem
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Stay out of bars (4X)
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Stay Out Of Bars
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The Genius |