Trackmasters - Bartender Please lyrics

It's L to the L and Cool to the J This is just how we funk today And when it's time for us to get Know what I mean? Forget yo swag (Forget yo swag) Feel me... Feel me Got money, I don't care bout that I don't care about that Feel me... Feel me Keep them ordinary chicks away Get up out my face Feel me... Feel me Bring another hundred bottles a day Bartender please Feel me... Feel me Like fo real though All this fraudulent shinin And imitation diamonds is damn near blinding Every time leave the country I gotta come back foreign just to remind ya Know they watchin my moves but they never figure out exactly how I'm grindin I needs rock to my ears They say the bands look at the finest No captains, funny Flashing this money like you taking something from me Girl gave me the eye, this dude's a dummy Don't play boy, I'll bag yo lil bunny Chain around my neck made the night look sunny Game so cold, your crew knows it's runny L's in the building, you know that kid 'Cause 100 for yo nose, baby blow that quick Forget yo swag (Forget yo swag) Feel me... Feel me Got money, I don't care bout that I don't care about that Feel me... Feel me Keep them ordinary chicks away Get up out my face Feel me... Feel me Bring another hundred bottles a day Bartender please Feel me... Feel me Hold and grow, dipped in what Get a grip then flip, grip the dick, Heathcliff The giff, the gaff, the riff, the raff I'm slick with the bit when I pin it to I'm attracted swag or the crip Louie bags La di da and my Adidas Get out for shizzey, just say you never pissey You'll never as cool as me, cool, chill back Forget yo swag (Forget yo swag) Feel me... Feel me Got money, I don't care bout that I don't care about that Feel me... Feel me Keep them ordinary chicks away Get up out my face Feel me... Feel me Bring another hundred bottles a day Bartender please Feel me... Feel me Yea, this the same old script LL Jordan, white riders on tip Proving every rapper in the game can't spit You gon turn around and get yo forehead split Finish with the workout, I might blow the splif Young girls talking bout – Hi, Mister Smith Quick baby, put the Maserati in 5th Brim on the 80 ave, lookin all stiff LL, boy where you been? Without you in the game how the coach gon win? Call Snoop Dogg, it's time to go in Tell my man Bootsy bring the big mouths in Step on the parkay, you know I'm gon win It's tight balling, you can't defend If money is stacked up, Cool's locked in Ya'll get the message, I ain't gotta press send Forget yo swag (Forget yo swag) Feel me... Feel me Got money, I don't care bout that I don't care about that Feel me... Feel me Keep them ordinary chicks away Get up out my face Feel me... Feel me Bring another hundred bottles a day Bartender please Feel me... Feel me LL Cool J Grab a big mouth and funk away LL Cool J Grab a big mouth and funk away LL Cool J Forget yo swag Forget yo swag You ain't got no swag, hell no L, baby k** to the J This is how we funk today Snoop Doggy Dogg, wuddup? Wuddup Snoop? L, move yo a** Stuck in that boys are now Yo Big Bootsy, what's happenin baby? Ball around the world, call big mouth girl How old is them people? LJ, I'm ridin daily Ride Sally, side Until the smoke comes out yo thighs LL's back on the lot What else? Let it rock L, are you ready to rock? I'm ready LL, are you ready to rock? Snoop I'm ready LL's back on the lot Ready to rock Are you ready? I'm ready, Bootsy Yea Stuck in that boys are now You might need some gin & juice after this