Testo Bar Tap - Pharoahe Monch
Testo della canzone Bar Tap (Pharoahe Monch), tratta dall'album Desire
Okay, so boom, like
I'm at the bar, right, I'm at the club
I got my drink, you know I drink my Grey Goose
And I turn around, my drink in my hand
Shorty all over me, you know what I'm saying?
Everybody looking at my face like, "Yo, what you gon' do?"
You know what I'm saying? So I'm like
Check it out, I'm like, I'm like, whoo
Let me adjust myself
She making it hard, I don't trust myself
But you throwing it back, I might bust right here
You dancing like you really tryna fuck right here
If you don't feel that roll of quarters
Move that bubble back, hold that order
And if you turn around and bend
I will show you one more again
Goddamn
What are those, two midgets in my back pocket?
She said, "Who you know and how you get a nine in the club?"
I said, "That's not a nine, ma, that's merely a eight
But if I buy you a drink, could we go out on a date?
'Cause you sound like you wasn't born inside the Empire State"
She said, "I'm not from here, it's hot in here
But you're popular, so I'm not secure"
Everywhere she was walking, dudes was stopping her
The smoke was irritating to her ocular
I said, "Your contacts?" She said, "Huh?"
"Give me your contact"
"I'm going to the bathroom, can you buy me a cognac?"
Okay, okay, uh
Ooh, you're sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, show some secret things to you
Ooh, you're sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, all the things you want me to
I got you Hennessy and Coke, but should've got a diet
'Cause if you watching your calories, now where's my hospitality?
And if I got it straight, shit would've been straight
'Cause after a couple of those, you start to relate
She dancing better than Savion, working her lady charm
Batting her eyelashes, finagling her baby arm
And all up in my space, next day I'm on her MySpace
Top eight, we contemplating a hot date
Got poolside flicks with the cool fly blogs
With the rules I kicked about the Yuletide log
She like low-cut jeans with the real high clogs
And dig music so much she got two iPods
I'm trying to make it to third base like A-Rod
Threw a couple of Guinness Stout back just to stay
So qu'est-ce que c'est? Now less to say
I'm trying to get horizontal like yesterday
She said, uh
Ooh, you're sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, show some secret things to you
Ooh, you're sexy
Baby, won't you let me
Baby, all the things you want me to
All the things you want me to
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Writer(s): Troy Jamerson, Curtis Cross, Larissa Conner
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