Pharoahe Monch — Bar Tap

[Sampled Intro: War] They don't dig the urgency [Intro: Pharoahe Monch] Okay, so boom, like I'm at the bar, right, I'm at the club, right, 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, alright, I'm lookin' at her, I'm like, I'm like [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch, Mela Machinko, Club Patron] 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 border And if you turn around and bend I will show you one more gun "Goddamn, what are those, two 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 eight 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" [Chorus: Mela Machinko] Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy) Baby, won't you let me? (Let me) Baby, ooh, show some secret thangs to you Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy) Baby, won't you let me? (Let me) Baby, ooh, all the things you want me to [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] I got you Hennessy and Coke, but should've 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 And 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 [Chorus: Mela Machinko] Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy) Baby, won't you let me? (Let me) Baby, ooh, show some secret thangs to you Ooh, ooh, you're sexy (Sexy) Baby, won't you let me? (Let me) Baby, ooh, all the things you want me to [Outro: Mela Machinko] All the things you want me to