Sole - 3 Guys in a Bar lyrics

[Verse One: D-Stroy] Peep it I was ridin', havin' fun with this chick [???] stomach and click I wanted a bathroom thinkin' where I could run into quick She said, "Yo D, go to the bar." She left me and stalled in her car I went in and this white kid said, trying to hold a guitar "Look, I don't know who you are This stool's for customers only" I know you don't know me But can I please get in it, homey? He let me use it And this black guy playing the music said "You abuse it. You look like you could have taken two sh**s." He gave me his gla** and said "You needed a drink After that sh**, you left the bathroom all heated and stink" He repeated in sync with this white guy: "DAMN!" "What kind of sandwich you had man?" "Some [jamblin'??] ham?" They embarra**ed me, word, cause these ladies were there With braids in their hair, acting all crazy with beer This white guy said, "You a Arsonist, rap [comb bomb??]" D-Stroy's out! "Yo why don't you come back sometime?" [Hook x2] Three guys at a bar with stories to tell Everybody's in the back ready to raise hell But-but-but hold up: I see a stage and a mic I got something to say. [Make sure that it's tight.] [Verse Two: Sole] Now I ain't one much for bars Besides I ain't got a fake ID So it's up to the hottest club in New York where I can get in chem-free Tonight's featured guest is DJ Yellalot An Illuminati MC, playing records wearing Pelle Pelle Belly shirts to get in free What's irking me especially is this black guy Jerking me, testing me Like my destiny is to be taken, saying "Look, I got everything you want, man From gold fangs, [hoobers?], tapes, punchlines [??] new unwrapped pictures of Foxy Brown" But if it's silent I want it Now I'm reaching in my wallet With this Puerto Rican fool wanting to breakdance and battle me for it Being uncoordinated, I knew I'd never stand a chance He tore off his chest to reveal a silk vest and Hammer pants "Stand on the side, let me show you how!" So I made my face meaner "Let me freak some Wild Style!" But then he broke into a macarena Knowing I could never come that fresh, I packed my ego in the car Drove all the way across town To be a white guy, alone, chillin' in a bar [Hook x2] Three guys at a bar.... Three guys at a bar.... [Verse Three: Mr. Complex] The freakin' phone won't leave me alone The freakin' phone yo, yo Who's speaking? Oh, it's my Puerto Rican homeboy "D-Stroy!" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm proppin' and I'm stoppin' and I'm droppin' yo I'm rappin', yo what's happenin' He said, "Yo there's a show upstate." Cool, I was up late writing rhymes To play the part in this Gig with the Live Poets, me and the Arsonists Being on the rise, I'm like Who's the organizer? "Some white guy" So might I speak to him on the telly? "Hello?" Yo what's the deal, this is seal [??] "Oh the spot you're gonna rock is hot I got [hoards of roadies??] lining up and down the block" Yo we're wit'it, we gonna split it in two cars, cause we're large I pull up then I park the Dodge, thought it was a mirage The spot looked like Cheers "NORM!" and Cliff Claven Sitting behind some beers The b**h of a [mind?] never came close to Dissed and Cliff [??] tryin' to go postal [*Fighting Sounds*]