Lightnin' Rod - The Cafe Black Rose lyrics

Just about everybody goes To The Cafe Black Rose To drink, party, and eat And if you ain't down You better not hang around Else you sure as hell will get beat (?) a decent price And all the b**hes is fine Jives are so sweet you'll be patting your feet While sipping on a cold gla** of wine You can cop your bag of reefer or skag And even some coke or some hash Don't ask for no credit Or they'll tell you forget it Cause hustler's only deal with cold cash We had just finished greasing When the b**hes started teasing For us to split late Spoon's collar was tight Which is understandably right After serving three years and a day We 'bout ready to split When I (?) A run up out from the southside of town He was coming our way So I figured we'd have to hear how it was going down Brother Hominy Grits was hip to all kinds of sh** I mean it wasn't nothing he didn't know He knew every hustler's name Including his game And who did or didn't keep dough He traded jive and we slapped each other five As Spoon silently checked him out He had heard that Spoon Was my ace boon coon So he knew what our hustle's was about He was as usual so Sporting his wealth Clean from head to toe He was dressed, pressed down In a pinstripe brown And his pocket was bulging with dough