I knew this girl with blonde hair who tried to dye it brown
had to bleach it back cause she couldn't get around
the bar's so busy that I couldn't get a round
 a Jack shot's jackpot when I make it through the crowd
I was wearing blue jeans she had on those black tight pants
the type they make for girls who like to dance
she might be tan but I can't tell with all her garments on
she belongs on my piece like parmesan
 I said "excuse me" but she's trying to confuse me
so I just shoot where the booze be as though my finger's an uzi
her name is Susan or Sarah or Sally maybe even Aly from New York or Cali
she's been workin out at Bally's
I'm not polite when I'm talking to drunk girls
 cause they just want nuts like a bunch of punk squirrels
we did a shot or three pretty soon she gotta pee
I'll stay here where the beers and the bottles be
dude spilled brew on my shoe didn't bother me
cause he's all hammered and he stammered an apology
it's been two songs and she's taking mad long
but I don't hate cause she looks great in the thong
waiting too long I guess it's time to re-rack
no wait she's back and brought another friend Mac
make-up on her face plus her body's good and intact
told them "y'all be bangin" in the hood slang syntax
roll with me bag to the crib bowl's been packed
she's so cute with the skater hat bent back
Meth on the juke box hoppin around
can't find my boys cause they're lost in the crowd
 
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My boys and I go to the bars
we come out with girls on our arms
sometimes they're cute sometimes they're not
either way we're gonna smoke mad pot
 
My boys and I go to the bars
we come out with girls on our arms
sometimes they're hot sometimes they're not
either way we're gonna smoke a lotta pot
 
that's okay my boys don't need me now
what can I say I got the choicest girls weeded out
now I need to lead them out the bar
maybe even eat em out I'm playin
that's more of a tenth date thing
oh damn that's your man with the Penn State ring
he keeps starin like he wants a frat fight
but me and my boys and the bouncer are mad tight
I don't really want to get the husband kicked out
but won't stop starin at the husband's chick's mouth
she got Jolie lips Jessica Biel nose
my real flows have been known to steal shows
I'm just impressin her tryin to get the best of her
lyrical messenger verbally undressin her
it's hard to hear when it's loud at the bar
come with me we'll chill out at the car
I'm just trying to socialize a little so close your eyes and vibe off all my childish riddles
come on you like to dance with your tight black pants
I bet you get a lot of phone calls you don't answer
you move around like a showgirl dancer in Vegas
I could teach your type like Mavis Beacon
speakin of I need some weekend love
the work week's so long I need some freakin drugs
let's bounce to the crib put an ounce in a spliff
we'll watch Simpsons while we sip on a fifth
I don't need both of y'all
 I'd rather have the single one and avoid the brawl
you the one I first met when I arrived here
 it was so nice the way you helped get my beer
plus you're such a party girl
 let's rage out til daytime in this part of the world
 
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