| Song | One For The Griot |
| Artist | J-Live |
| Album | All Of The Above |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cadet, Pritchard | |
| I like how, when you turn the intercom up | |
| Like all that little background noise | |
| When the beat comes in | |
| That's real smooth man | |
| **** studios, just happen to be here | |
| Aight, whatever | |
| [J-Live] | |
| Yo, | |
| He woke up in a daze, back achin' | |
| Breath smellin' like liquor, dick smellin' like sex | |
| Head throbbin' like the bass from the club last night | |
| No idea how he left, needless to say, perplexed | |
| As he looked around the room that he never been in | |
| Candles all around the bed, sheets quite feminine | |
| Bucked naked with his kicks on | |
| Breakaway jeans, drawers and sweater were all on the bedroom floor | |
| He heard singin' from the shower from the bathroom door | |
| Sounded like Melvin Moore but he couldn't be sure | |
| She had a sexy ass voice but she was so off-key | |
| Couldn't 'member how she looked, couldn't wait to see | |
| Hopin' that it was the girl, third floor of the club | |
| The one that let him grab her ass when they twisted the dub | |
| Or perhaps it was the dime from the guest list line | |
| Either one and several others would've suited him fine | |
| From the bed to the bathroom, a voice said "come in" | |
| Gradually now, he starts to remember | |
| Peeped through the shower curtain, like bachelor number three | |
| Pleasantly surprised to see that it was the bartender | |
| And 'tender was the operative word | |
| She had a body like a cello with legs, I mean, the ass was absurd | |
| Long neck, smooth skin, pretty face, kooky nipples | |
| Eyes wider than hips, full lips between dimples | |
| She said "how did you sleep?" He said he didn't know | |
| She 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 eff, dick wrapped in a hat | |
| Wide open cuz it was the last from a twelve-pack | |
| Spit four in the shower till his tire went flat | |
| She thought he was all that | |
| She said "I don't have to work today | |
| Take a little nap so we can do it again" | |
| No sooner than she said it, keys jingled, door slammed | |
| He said "please baby, please don't let it be your boyfriend | |
| For the love of basketball, Mademoiselle, look | |
| I ain't Biggie Smalls, I don't even want a story to tell | |
| I'm a lover, not a fighter, alright" | |
| But then a girl walked in | |
| Saw 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 ****in' | |
| My name ain't Ronald ???, don't try to play me out" | |
| She reached in her purse for the little pearl handle | |
| He splashed her in the face with the wax from the candle | |
| The 'tender ran back into the bathroom, screamin' | |
| Slipped on the condom wrapper, broke her pretty little neck | |
| The burnt-face wife pulled a gun on the dude | |
| Famous last words: "I ain't mean you no disrespect!" | |
| [Talking] | |
| Wow! That was crazy | |
| Yo 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 twist | |
| It goes one for the griot | |
| Two for da gods | |
| Three to flip the script, cuz it ain't that hard | |
| Check it out | |
| 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; "Would you care to join in?" | |
| She was butt naked under her coat, he was amazed | |
| At the second wind kickin' in, thinkin' 'bout the fact | |
| That he almost didn't go to the club, woulda been wack | |
| If he missed out on the greatest love of his life | |
| Imagine if he stayed home with his wife | |
| Cuz girl two, yo her body made the 'tender look like a fender bender | |
| The three of them together turned the bed to a blender | |
| He left like five hours later with a permanent tease | |
| And feels he will ever remember | |
| [Talking] | |
| C'mon J, | |
| There's no way my man got laid quite like that | |
| It just don't happen | |
| It'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 ****ed-up smile | |
| She said "I can come back if you gon' be here for a while | |
| But between me and you, and my roommate too | |
| What I'm 'bout to say might just be a little snafu | |
| In your plans! Put it like this, she used to be a dude!" | |
| (Yeah, how's that for a plot twist) | |
| He asked the 'tender was it true | |
| She 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 |
| zuo ci : Cadet, Pritchard | |
| I like how, when you turn the intercom up | |
| Like all that little background noise | |
| When the beat comes in | |
| That' s real smooth man | |
| studios, just happen to be here | |
| Aight, whatever | |
| JLive | |
| Yo, | |
| He woke up in a daze, back achin' | |
| Breath smellin' like liquor, dick smellin' like sex | |
| Head throbbin' like the bass from the club last night | |
| No idea how he left, needless to say, perplexed | |
| As he looked around the room that he never been in | |
| Candles all around the bed, sheets quite feminine | |
| Bucked naked with his kicks on | |
| Breakaway jeans, drawers and sweater were all on the bedroom floor | |
| He heard singin' from the shower from the bathroom door | |
| Sounded like Melvin Moore but he couldn' t be sure | |
| She had a sexy ass voice but she was so offkey | |
| Couldn' t ' member how she looked, couldn' t wait to see | |
| Hopin' that it was the girl, third floor of the club | |
| The one that let him grab her ass when they twisted the dub | |
| Or perhaps it was the dime from the guest list line | |
| Either one and several others would' ve suited him fine | |
| From the bed to the bathroom, a voice said " come in" | |
| Gradually now, he starts to remember | |
| Peeped through the shower curtain, like bachelor number three | |
| Pleasantly surprised to see that it was the bartender | |
| And ' tender was the operative word | |
| She had a body like a cello with legs, I mean, the ass was absurd | |
| Long neck, smooth skin, pretty face, kooky nipples | |
| Eyes wider than hips, full lips between dimples | |
| She said " how did you sleep?" He said he didn' t know | |
| She 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 eff, dick wrapped in a hat | |
| Wide open cuz it was the last from a twelvepack | |
| Spit four in the shower till his tire went flat | |
| She thought he was all that | |
| She said " I don' t have to work today | |
| Take a little nap so we can do it again" | |
| No sooner than she said it, keys jingled, door slammed | |
| He said " please baby, please don' t let it be your boyfriend | |
| For the love of basketball, Mademoiselle, look | |
| I ain' t Biggie Smalls, I don' t even want a story to tell | |
| I' m a lover, not a fighter, alright" | |
| But then a girl walked in | |
| Saw 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 in' | |
| My name ain' t Ronald nbsp???, don' t try to play me out" | |
| She reached in her purse for the little pearl handle | |
| He splashed her in the face with the wax from the candle | |
| The ' tender ran back into the bathroom, screamin' | |
| Slipped on the condom wrapper, broke her pretty little neck | |
| The burntface wife pulled a gun on the dude | |
| Famous last words: " I ain' t mean you no disrespect!" | |
| Talking | |
| Wow! That was crazy | |
| Yo 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 twist | |
| It goes one for the griot | |
| Two for da gods | |
| Three to flip the script, cuz it ain' t that hard | |
| Check it out | |
| 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 " Would you care to join in?" | |
| She was butt naked under her coat, he was amazed | |
| At the second wind kickin' in, thinkin' ' bout the fact | |
| That he almost didn' t go to the club, woulda been wack | |
| If he missed out on the greatest love of his life | |
| Imagine if he stayed home with his wife | |
| Cuz girl two, yo her body made the ' tender look like a fender bender | |
| The three of them together turned the bed to a blender | |
| He left like five hours later with a permanent tease | |
| And feels he will ever remember | |
| Talking | |
| C' mon J, | |
| There' s no way my man got laid quite like that | |
| It just don' t happen | |
| It' 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 edup smile | |
| She said " I can come back if you gon' be here for a while | |
| But between me and you, and my roommate too | |
| What I' m ' bout to say might just be a little snafu | |
| In your plans! Put it like this, she used to be a dude!" | |
| Yeah, how' s that for a plot twist | |
| He asked the ' tender was it true | |
| She 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 |
| zuò cí : Cadet, Pritchard | |
| I like how, when you turn the intercom up | |
| Like all that little background noise | |
| When the beat comes in | |
| That' s real smooth man | |
| studios, just happen to be here | |
| Aight, whatever | |
| JLive | |
| Yo, | |
| He woke up in a daze, back achin' | |
| Breath smellin' like liquor, dick smellin' like sex | |
| Head throbbin' like the bass from the club last night | |
| No idea how he left, needless to say, perplexed | |
| As he looked around the room that he never been in | |
| Candles all around the bed, sheets quite feminine | |
| Bucked naked with his kicks on | |
| Breakaway jeans, drawers and sweater were all on the bedroom floor | |
| He heard singin' from the shower from the bathroom door | |
| Sounded like Melvin Moore but he couldn' t be sure | |
| She had a sexy ass voice but she was so offkey | |
| Couldn' t ' member how she looked, couldn' t wait to see | |
| Hopin' that it was the girl, third floor of the club | |
| The one that let him grab her ass when they twisted the dub | |
| Or perhaps it was the dime from the guest list line | |
| Either one and several others would' ve suited him fine | |
| From the bed to the bathroom, a voice said " come in" | |
| Gradually now, he starts to remember | |
| Peeped through the shower curtain, like bachelor number three | |
| Pleasantly surprised to see that it was the bartender | |
| And ' tender was the operative word | |
| She had a body like a cello with legs, I mean, the ass was absurd | |
| Long neck, smooth skin, pretty face, kooky nipples | |
| Eyes wider than hips, full lips between dimples | |
| She said " how did you sleep?" He said he didn' t know | |
| She 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 eff, dick wrapped in a hat | |
| Wide open cuz it was the last from a twelvepack | |
| Spit four in the shower till his tire went flat | |
| She thought he was all that | |
| She said " I don' t have to work today | |
| Take a little nap so we can do it again" | |
| No sooner than she said it, keys jingled, door slammed | |
| He said " please baby, please don' t let it be your boyfriend | |
| For the love of basketball, Mademoiselle, look | |
| I ain' t Biggie Smalls, I don' t even want a story to tell | |
| I' m a lover, not a fighter, alright" | |
| But then a girl walked in | |
| Saw 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 in' | |
| My name ain' t Ronald nbsp???, don' t try to play me out" | |
| She reached in her purse for the little pearl handle | |
| He splashed her in the face with the wax from the candle | |
| The ' tender ran back into the bathroom, screamin' | |
| Slipped on the condom wrapper, broke her pretty little neck | |
| The burntface wife pulled a gun on the dude | |
| Famous last words: " I ain' t mean you no disrespect!" | |
| Talking | |
| Wow! That was crazy | |
| Yo 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 twist | |
| It goes one for the griot | |
| Two for da gods | |
| Three to flip the script, cuz it ain' t that hard | |
| Check it out | |
| 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 " Would you care to join in?" | |
| She was butt naked under her coat, he was amazed | |
| At the second wind kickin' in, thinkin' ' bout the fact | |
| That he almost didn' t go to the club, woulda been wack | |
| If he missed out on the greatest love of his life | |
| Imagine if he stayed home with his wife | |
| Cuz girl two, yo her body made the ' tender look like a fender bender | |
| The three of them together turned the bed to a blender | |
| He left like five hours later with a permanent tease | |
| And feels he will ever remember | |
| Talking | |
| C' mon J, | |
| There' s no way my man got laid quite like that | |
| It just don' t happen | |
| It' 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 edup smile | |
| She said " I can come back if you gon' be here for a while | |
| But between me and you, and my roommate too | |
| What I' m ' bout to say might just be a little snafu | |
| In your plans! Put it like this, she used to be a dude!" | |
| Yeah, how' s that for a plot twist | |
| He asked the ' tender was it true | |
| She 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 |