Stay Out Of Bars Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Yo, check this shit 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 fucks need ice inside of burnin' alcohol 

I reach in my pockets to tip the whore 

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 fuckin' 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 porn 

She sit back with her legs cocked 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 glass, "Get the fuck 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, bitch, 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, "Pussy? 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 pussy 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 bitch 

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 shit 

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 fucked 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 massacre 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