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Pharoahe Monch - Bar Tap Lyrics




[ Featuring Mela Machinko ]

"They don't dig the urgency"

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

Woo 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 f*ck 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 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 shit, 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
So qu'est-ce que c'est, 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
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"They don't dig the urgency"

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

Woo 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 f*ck 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 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 shit, 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
So qu'est-ce que c'est, 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
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Writer: Curtis Cross, Larissa Conner, Troy Donald Jamerson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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