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作词 : Grice, Harvey, Harvey |
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Yo, check this *******t 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 ******* 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 ****** 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 ******g 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 *******ed 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 ******* 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, ******* 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, "*******? 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 ******* 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 *******, 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 ******* |
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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 *******t |
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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 ****** 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) |