Bar Tap

(album: Lost In Translation - 2015)

{"They don't dig the urgency"}

[Pharoahe Monch:]
Okay, so boom like
I'm at the bar right, I'm at the club
I'm chilling at the bar
I got my drink, you know I drink my Grey Goose
So I turn around with my drink in my hand
Shorty all over me, you know what I'm sayin?
Everybody lookin at my face like "Yo what you gonna do?" you know what I'm sayin?
So I'm like, yeah I'm lookin at her and like...

Wooo 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're really tryna fuck right here
If you don't feel that roll of quarters
Move that bubble back whole at boarder
And if you turn around and bend
I will show you one and again
{"Goddamn, what are those 2 midgets in her back pocket? "}
She said, "Who you know, how you get a.9 in the club?"
I said, "That's not a nine ma, that's merely an 8
But if I buy you 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...

[Mela Machinko:]
Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
Baby won't you let me (let me)
Baby, oohh, show some secret thangs to you
Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
Baby, won't you let me (let me)
Baby, oohh, all the things you want me to

[Pharoahe Monch:]
I got you Hennessy and coke but shoulda got a diet 'cause if you watching your calories, now where's my hospitality?
And if I got it straight... shiet, what if it's 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 for the cool fly blogs
With the rules I kicked about the yuletide logs
She like low cut jeans with the real high clogs
And dig music so much she got two iPods
I'm tryna 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 let's just say
I'm tryna get horizontal like yesterday, she say...

[Mela Machinko:]
Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
Baby, won't you let me (let me)
Baby, oohh, show some secret thangs to you
Ooh ooh, you sexy (sexy)
Baby, won't you let me (let me)
Baby, oohh, all the things you want me to

All the things you want me to