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Текст песни J-Live - One for the Griot

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I like how, when you turn the intercom upLike all that little background noiseWhen the beat comes inThat`s real smooth manFuck studios, just happen to be hereAight, whatever[J-Live]Yo,He woke up in a daze, back achin`Breath smellin` like liquor, dick smellin` like sexHead throbbin` like the bass from the club last nightNo idea how he leftNeedless to say, perplexedAs he looked around the room that he never been inCandles all around the bed, sheets quite feminineBucked naked with his kicks onBreakaway jeans, drawers and sweater were all on the bedroom floorHe heard singin` from the shower from the bathroom doorSounded like Melvin Moore but he couldn`t be sureShe had a sexy ass voice but she was so off-keyCouldn`t `member how she looked, couldn`t wait to seeHopin` that it was the girl, third floor of the clubThe one that let him grab her ass when they twisted the dubOr perhaps it was the dime from the guest list lineEither one and several others would`ve suited him fineFrom the bed to the bathroom, a voice said "come in"Gradually now, he starts to rememberPeeped through the shower curtain, like bachelor number threePleasantly surprised to see that it was the bartenderAnd tender was the operative wordShe had a body like a cello with legs, I mean, the ass was absurdLong neck, smooth skin, pretty face, kooky nipplesEyes wider than hips, full lips between dimplesShe said "how did you sleep?"He said he didn`t knowShe asked "was it good for you too?""I think so, but I really can`t remember what went down last night"She told him "take off your shoes, we can replay the highlights"Stepped out the shower in a daze, legs achin`Breath short from the ???, dick wrapped in a hatWide open cuz it was the last from a twelve-packSpit four in the shower till his tire went flatShe thought he was all thatShe said "I don`t have to work todayTake a little nap so we can do it again"No sooner than she said it, keys jingled, door slammedHe said "please baby, please don`t let it be your boyfriendFor the love of basketball, Mademoiselle, lookI ain`t Biggie Smalls, I don`t even want a story to tellI`m a lover, not a fighter, alright"But then a girl walked inSaw him naked and said "What the hell?"Time stood still as he thought to himself,"This reminds me of a beer commercial back in the day"She`s too young to be her mother, so he asked,"How you doin`? Would you care to join in?"She said, "nigga is you crazy?See this ring on my finger? That`s my wife you was fuckin`My name ain`t Ronald ???, don`t try to play me out"She reached in her purse for the little pearl handleHe splashed her in the face with the wax from the candleThe `tender ran back into the bathroom, screamin`Slipped on the condom wrapper, broke her pretty little neckThe burnt-face wife pulled a gun on the dudeFamous last words: "I ain`t mean you no disrespect!"[Talking]Wow! That was crazyYo J, that was cool and all (uh huh)But what`s up with the violent ending, man?Is it possible for it to end a little more pleasant?[Chorus]What if the story woulda ended like this?I`ma kick it again but only with a slight twistIt goes one for the griotTwo for da godsThree to flip the script, cuz it ain`t that hardCheck it outTime stood still as he thought to himself,"This reminds me of a beer commercial back in the day"She`s too young to be her mother"Would you care to join in?"She was butt naked under her coatHe was amazed at the second wind kickin` inThinkin` `bout the fact that he almost didn`t go to the clubWoulda been wackIf he missed out on the greatest love of his lifeImagine if he stayed home with his wifeCuz girl two,Yo her body made the `tender look like a fender benderThe three of them together turned the bed to a blenderHe left like five hours later with a permanent ???And feels he will ever remember[Talking]C`mon J,There`s no way my man got laid quite like thatIt just don`t happenIt`s like a porno or somethin`And what about his wife?She didn`t even say nothin`?She didn`t page him?[Chorus]Time stood still as he thought to himself,"This reminds me of a beer commercial back in the day"She`s too young to be her mother, so he asked, "How you doin`?"She said "Eww! It smells like somebody been screwin`!I hope it wasn`t y`all"Then she started laughin`He said "What`s so funny?"She said "You don`t know the half"She was starin` at the joint with a fucked-up smileShe said "I can come back if you gon` be here for awhileBut between me and you, and my roommate tooWhat I`m `bout to say might just be a little snafu in your plansShe used to be a dude!" (Yeah, how`s that for a plot twist)He asked the `tender was it trueShe said "Shit, I told you last night, my man, I thought you knew"[Talking]Ewww, shit! (Hahaha)For real? (Yeah, man)Uh uh, man you`re sick (Hahaha)For real? You got dat homie, I`m out

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One for the Griot

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