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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 c-ke
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 d-ck 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 f-cks need ice inside of burning alcohol
i reach in my pockets to tip the wh-r-
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 f-cking 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 p-rn
she sit back, with her legs c-cked 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 gl-ss, “get the f-ck 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, b-tch you think it’s cute
to be perverted let alone a sleazy prost-tute”
she said, “how can you try to disrespect any female
or me and my homegirls just because we sell”
i said, “p-ssy? that’s what you call it? ”
she screamed out, “you’re god d-mn right you alcoholic!”
she said, “this is a public phone and you do not run it”
i said, “so is your p-ssy 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 b-tch
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-t
men who looked soft but acting wild
dancing to the beat, ten city style
females who wore jeans that were tight
with faces resembling transvest-tes
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 f-cked 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 m-ssacre 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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