Stay Out of Bars Lyrics
| Song | Stay Out of Bars |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Words From the Genius |
| Download | 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 |
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