Yo, this shit out
Hangin' out in bars can become no When you start to gin, rum, Bacardi and coke Or Martini and Rossi, Spumante Even 40s bein' shared the posse
Jukeboxes slammin' the bright moon the melody of a soft Barry White tune I sit like I got it made in the shade Holdin' my dick as I to the barmaid
Excuse me, miss, "Alright, I come May I help you?", Yeah, double of rum "On the rocks, sir?", Mmm, not at all Who the fucks need ice of burnin' alcohol
I reach in my pockets to tip the But I'm clumsy, my change start fallin' on the I play macho, then say it for the sweeper Beep beep beep beep, my fuckin' beeper
I stumblin' to the phone booth Revealin' all symptoms of drinkin' 90 The phone booth door is closed, the is on The girlie just dialed 970
She sit with her legs cocked in the air While her do the walkin' through her knotty pubic hair Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and I hit the glass, "Get the off the phone"
She up and said, "You just had to be the one To interrupt me when I was so much fun" I said, "Hold up, yo, bitch, you think cute To be perverted let a sleazy prostitute"
She said, "How can you try to any female Or me and my homegirls because we sell?" I said, "Pussy? That's what you it?" She screamed out, "You're right, you alcoholic"
She said, "This is a public and you do not run it" I said, "So is your but can I use it when I want it?"
Stay out of out of bars
I was in Times Square, loungin' Me and the Rakeem, you know the God Watchin' posin' for a flick Thinkin' of who will be the first to a trick
"Yo, Genius, you see that?", "Yeah", "So you think?" "Let's swing 'em to the nearest spot to a drink" I winked at one she said, "Hi", in a low started flowin' and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we searchin' for a zebra To settle down right in the heart of Went to this place, called the Pit Got inside and all types of shit
Men who looked soft but wild Dancin' to the beat, Ten style who wore jeans that were tight With faces transvestites
in the bar gave my girlies mean looks As if were fugitive crooks smiled at me and the God, showin' all 32 That's when I caught the
As redbone, who thought she looked fly Rolled up on me, and she hi That one little word up the whole night Her voice was deeper than White
I up and boy, did I flip I pull out a nine and I empty the The place was flowin' with crazy A little Midtown massacre type
And as we stepped off the scene Here's the message I got Rakeem
out of bars Stay out of out of bars Stay out of
Stay out of out of bars