Stay Out of Bars

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