Bar Tap - Pharoahe Monch, Mela Machinko

Okay, so boom like

I’m at the bar right, I’m at the club

I’m chillin' 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 throwin' 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

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 stoppin' 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…

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

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 dancin' better than savion, workin' her lady charm

Battin' her eyelashes, finaglin' 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

now let’s just say

I’m tryna get horizontal like yesterday, she say.

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