歌曲 | Stay Out of Bars |
歌手 | GZA |
专辑 | Words From the Genius |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Grice, Harvey, Harvey | |
Yo, check this *******t out | |
Hangin out in bars can become no joke | |
When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke | |
Or martini and rossi, asti spumante | |
Even forties being shared throughout the posse | |
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon | |
With the melody, of a soft barry white tune | |
I sit back, like i got it made in the shade | |
Holding my ******* as i talk to the barmaid | |
Excuse me miss, "alright here i come | |
May i help you?" yeah, double shot of rum | |
"on the rocks sir?" mm-mmm, not at all | |
Who the ****** need ice inside of burning alcohol | |
I reach in my pockets to tip the whore | |
But i'm clumsy, my change start falling on the floor | |
I play macho, and say leave it for the sweeper | |
Beep beep beep beep beep my ******g beeper | |
I start stumbling to the phone booth | |
Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof | |
The phone booth door is closed, the light is on | |
The girlie just dialed nine-seven-zero porn | |
She sit back, with her legs *******ed in the air | |
While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair | |
Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan | |
I hit the glass, "get the ******* off the phone!" | |
She jumped up and said, "you just had to be the one | |
To interrupt me when i was having so much fun" | |
I said, "hold up, yo, ******* you think it's cute | |
To be perverted let alone a sleazy prostitute" | |
She said, "how can you try to disrespect any female | |
Or me and my homegirls just because we sell" | |
I said, "*******? that's what you call it?" | |
She screamed out, "you're god damn right you alcoholic!" | |
She said, "this is a public phone and you do not run it" | |
I said, "so is your ******* but can i use it when i want it?" | |
Stay out of bars (2x) | |
I was in times *******, loungin hard | |
Me and the prince rakeem, you know the god | |
Watchin females posin for a flick | |
Thinking of who would be the first to turn a trick | |
"yo genius you see that?" "yeah" "so what you think?" | |
"let's swing em to the nearest spot to have a drink" | |
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low pitch | |
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe ******* | |
Now we searchin for a zebra lounge | |
To settle down, right in the heart of midtown | |
Went to this place, called the sting pit | |
Got inside and seen all types of *******t | |
Men who looked soft but acting wild | |
Dancing to the beat, ten city style | |
Females who wore jeans that were tight | |
With faces resembling transvestites | |
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean looks | |
As if they were fugitive crooks | |
They smiled at me and the god, showin all thirty-two | |
That's when i caught the clue | |
As this red-bone, who thought she looked fly | |
Rolled up on me, and she said "hi" | |
That one little word ****** up the whole night | |
Her voice was deeper, than barry white | |
I jumped up, and boy did i flip | |
I pull out a nine and i empty the clip | |
The place was flowin with crazy blood | |
A little midtown massacre type flood | |
And as we stepped off from the scene | |
Here's the message i got from rakeem | |
Stay out of bars (4x) |
zuo ci : Grice, Harvey, Harvey | |
Yo, check this t out | |
Hangin out in bars can become no joke | |
When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke | |
Or martini and rossi, asti spumante | |
Even forties being shared throughout the posse | |
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon | |
With the melody, of a soft barry white tune | |
I sit back, like i got it made in the shade | |
Holding my as i talk to the barmaid | |
Excuse me miss, " alright here i come | |
May i help you?" yeah, double shot of rum | |
" on the rocks sir?" mmmmm, not at all | |
Who the need ice inside of burning alcohol | |
I reach in my pockets to tip the whore | |
But i' m clumsy, my change start falling on the floor | |
I play macho, and say leave it for the sweeper | |
Beep beep beep beep beep my g beeper | |
I start stumbling to the phone booth | |
Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof | |
The phone booth door is closed, the light is on | |
The girlie just dialed ninesevenzero porn | |
She sit back, with her legs ed in the air | |
While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair | |
Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan | |
I hit the glass, " get the off the phone!" | |
She jumped up and said, " you just had to be the one | |
To interrupt me when i was having so much fun" | |
I said, " hold up, yo, you think it' s cute | |
To be perverted let alone a sleazy prostitute" | |
She said, " how can you try to disrespect any female | |
Or me and my homegirls just because we sell" | |
I said, "? that' s what you call it?" | |
She screamed out, " you' re god damn right you alcoholic!" | |
She said, " this is a public phone and you do not run it" | |
I said, " so is your but can i use it when i want it?" | |
Stay out of bars 2x | |
I was in times , loungin hard | |
Me and the prince rakeem, you know the god | |
Watchin females posin for a flick | |
Thinking of who would be the first to turn a trick | |
" yo genius you see that?" " yeah" " so what you think?" | |
" let' s swing em to the nearest spot to have a drink" | |
I winked at one she said, " hi" in a low pitch | |
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe | |
Now we searchin for a zebra lounge | |
To settle down, right in the heart of midtown | |
Went to this place, called the sting pit | |
Got inside and seen all types of t | |
Men who looked soft but acting wild | |
Dancing to the beat, ten city style | |
Females who wore jeans that were tight | |
With faces resembling transvestites | |
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean looks | |
As if they were fugitive crooks | |
They smiled at me and the god, showin all thirtytwo | |
That' s when i caught the clue | |
As this redbone, who thought she looked fly | |
Rolled up on me, and she said " hi" | |
That one little word up the whole night | |
Her voice was deeper, than barry white | |
I jumped up, and boy did i flip | |
I pull out a nine and i empty the clip | |
The place was flowin with crazy blood | |
A little midtown massacre type flood | |
And as we stepped off from the scene | |
Here' s the message i got from rakeem | |
Stay out of bars 4x |
zuò cí : Grice, Harvey, Harvey | |
Yo, check this t out | |
Hangin out in bars can become no joke | |
When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke | |
Or martini and rossi, asti spumante | |
Even forties being shared throughout the posse | |
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon | |
With the melody, of a soft barry white tune | |
I sit back, like i got it made in the shade | |
Holding my as i talk to the barmaid | |
Excuse me miss, " alright here i come | |
May i help you?" yeah, double shot of rum | |
" on the rocks sir?" mmmmm, not at all | |
Who the need ice inside of burning alcohol | |
I reach in my pockets to tip the whore | |
But i' m clumsy, my change start falling on the floor | |
I play macho, and say leave it for the sweeper | |
Beep beep beep beep beep my g beeper | |
I start stumbling to the phone booth | |
Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof | |
The phone booth door is closed, the light is on | |
The girlie just dialed ninesevenzero porn | |
She sit back, with her legs ed in the air | |
While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair | |
Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan | |
I hit the glass, " get the off the phone!" | |
She jumped up and said, " you just had to be the one | |
To interrupt me when i was having so much fun" | |
I said, " hold up, yo, you think it' s cute | |
To be perverted let alone a sleazy prostitute" | |
She said, " how can you try to disrespect any female | |
Or me and my homegirls just because we sell" | |
I said, "? that' s what you call it?" | |
She screamed out, " you' re god damn right you alcoholic!" | |
She said, " this is a public phone and you do not run it" | |
I said, " so is your but can i use it when i want it?" | |
Stay out of bars 2x | |
I was in times , loungin hard | |
Me and the prince rakeem, you know the god | |
Watchin females posin for a flick | |
Thinking of who would be the first to turn a trick | |
" yo genius you see that?" " yeah" " so what you think?" | |
" let' s swing em to the nearest spot to have a drink" | |
I winked at one she said, " hi" in a low pitch | |
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe | |
Now we searchin for a zebra lounge | |
To settle down, right in the heart of midtown | |
Went to this place, called the sting pit | |
Got inside and seen all types of t | |
Men who looked soft but acting wild | |
Dancing to the beat, ten city style | |
Females who wore jeans that were tight | |
With faces resembling transvestites | |
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean looks | |
As if they were fugitive crooks | |
They smiled at me and the god, showin all thirtytwo | |
That' s when i caught the clue | |
As this redbone, who thought she looked fly | |
Rolled up on me, and she said " hi" | |
That one little word up the whole night | |
Her voice was deeper, than barry white | |
I jumped up, and boy did i flip | |
I pull out a nine and i empty the clip | |
The place was flowin with crazy blood | |
A little midtown massacre type flood | |
And as we stepped off from the scene | |
Here' s the message i got from rakeem | |
Stay out of bars 4x |