A Bar About a Bar
That's ten minutes
What you got?
Alright
I got a bar about a bar
It's not a joke, it's just a bar
A nigga walks into a bar
Took his seat, he liked his liquor hard, his women easy
Legend has it, he was callous like fingers that pick guitars
He was just a hick that parked his pickup truck 'cause it was dark to take a piss
The road was long, the line was long as shit
He thought about it, held it in and sipped his straw
Ashed out his cigar and walked out into his car
Forget that nigga, there was a line inside the bar
And the line was so long it wrapped behind the bar
And exposed moonshine and wine inside the jar
And it kеpt goin' to the alley and the trash bеhind the bar
To the same nigga, he was takin' a piss behind his car
The nigga in the front seen that this shit was out of order
The nigga in the back seen that the meter's out of quarters
The patrons and the little wished this line was way shorter
I would tell you their names, but they names is unimportant
Is what I got so far
Um Bar Sobre um Bar
Isso são dez minutos
O que você tem?
Beleza
Eu tenho um bar sobre um bar
Não é piada, é só um bar
Um cara entra no bar
Sentou, gostava de bebida forte, as mulheres fáceis
Dizem que ele era frio como dedos que tocam violão
Era só um caipira que estacionou sua caminhonete porque estava escuro pra mijar
A estrada era longa, a fila era longa pra caramba
Ele pensou nisso, segurou e tomou um gole com o canudo
Caiu cinza do charuto e saiu pra ir pro carro
Esquece aquele cara, tinha uma fila dentro do bar
E a fila era tão longa que dava a volta no bar
E mostrava cachaça e vinho dentro do pote
E continuava até o beco e o lixo atrás do bar
Pro mesmo cara, que estava mijando atrás do carro
O cara da frente viu que essa parada estava fora de ordem
O cara de trás viu que o parquímetro estava sem moedas
Os clientes e o pequeno desejavam que essa fila fosse bem mais curta
Eu diria os nomes deles, mas os nomes não importam
É o que eu tenho até agora