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    The Genius Stay Out of Bars текст песни

    Stay Out of Bars

    Yo, check this shit 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 dick 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 fucks 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 fucking 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 cocked 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 fuck 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, bitch 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, «Pussy? 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 pussy but can I use it when I want it?»

    Stay out of bars (2X)

    I was in Times Square, 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 bitch
    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 shit
    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 fucked 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)



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