The Genius Gza - Stay Out of Bars lyrics

Yo, check this sh** out 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 40s bein' shared throughout the posse Jukeboxes slammin' throughout the bright moon With the melody of a soft Barry White tune I sit back like I got it made in the shade Holdin' 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?", Mmm, not at all Who the f**s need ice inside of burnin' alcohol I reach in my pockets to tip the who*e But I'm clumsy, my change start fallin' on the floor I play macho, then say leave it for the sweeper Beep beep beep beep beep, my f**in' beeper I start stumblin' to the phone booth Revealin' all symptoms of drinkin' 90 proof The phone booth door is closed, the light is on The girlie just dialed 970 p**n She sit back with her legs co*ked in the air While her fingers do the walkin' through her knotty pubic hair Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan I hit the gla**, "Get the f** off the phone" She jumped up and said, "You just had to be the one To interrupt me when I was havin' so much fun" I said, "Hold up, yo, b**h, 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, "p**y? That's what you call it?" She screamed out, "You're goddamn right, you alcoholic" She said, "This is a public phone and you do not run it" I said, "So is your p**y but can I use it when I want it?" Stay out of bars Stay out of bars I was in Times Square, loungin' hard Me and the Prince Rakeem, you know the God Watchin' females posin' for a flick Thinkin' of who will 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 flowin' and bagged the other hoe b**h 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 sh** Men who looked soft but actin' wild Dancin' to the beat, Ten City style Females who wore jeans that were tight With faces resemblin' 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 32 That's when I caught the clue As this redbone, who thought she looked fly Rolled up on me, and she said hi That one little word f**ed 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 ma**acre type flood And as we stepped off from the scene Here's the message I got from Rakeem Stay out of bars Stay out of bars Stay out of bars Stay out of bars Stay out of bars Stay out of bars