Song | One For The Griot |
Artist | J-Live |
Album | All Of The Above |
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 |
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 |