The Genius (GZA/Genius)

The Genius (GZA/Genius) - Stay Out Of Bars lyrics

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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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Language: English

Appearing on: Words From The Genius (1991) , Words From The Genius (re-release) (1994) , Words From The Genius, Vol.1 (2006)

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