Artist: Scaramanga f/ Scholarwise Album: Seven Eyes, Seven Horns Song: Strip Club Bait Typed by: aa8@cant.ac.uk Scr: Yeah, hold up, shorty, let me answer this, chill, chill aight .. yo, hello? Sch: Yo, Scaramanga, what's up, man?! Scr: Yo, whattup, man .. Oh shit, yo who dis? Sch: Yo, Scholarwise, yo! Scr: Oh shit, damn! Whassup, whassup.. Sch: Man, it's two o'clock in the morning, you're supposed to be in the studio already! Layin vocals, man Scr: Ohhh..yo, I'm in the strip club, man, I'm gettin this crazy lap dance, son Yo, I'll be there in like twenty minutes, word, I'm a bring three shorties, we're gonna jump in the cab right now, word Sch: Yo, son, bring your black ass over here, this shit is $180 an hour, son Scr: Yo, my bad..word [Scaramanga] Sippin Grolsch, park the Porsche, toss the el, group war entail Sparkin well enforced with the highest scores, St. Martin resort Rockin the Nike sport, New York talk forked the accent, relaxin Twisted the hash in a jackson raw, sure to draw satisfaction, hardcore Accurate raps get facts discussed, mask and bust, magnum-ous Platinum plus, jump size eyes twisted with a black biscuit, physic Terrifically lifted, gifted, you must have missed it, scientist I invent this iron shit from my environment, 545 [????] Drive whips, chromed-out mobile phones, roam south Jonesed out, girls know what I'm talkin bout Left her man cause she like to get moked out at her own house No doubt, she said it with her own mouth Yeeahh..so what's up, shorty? Wanna come through, know what I'm sayin Word up, wanna hook up like that? [Scaramanga] Speed with a blond Swede, if she bleed greed indeed Bomb weed, trans like a palm seed, and Dom P, nahmean Pardon me, crankin like an army, far be it for me Bless it sharply, acuity for movin gees the god see Rubies, center cut, enter what [???], Judah like Marley Peace to Shallah and RC, thugs and Garvey kick it Be stickin vics faster after party, crash the shottie Smash the body, kimosahbi with some hotties, fly seeds Rocks kis and dust, lust exodus rush to plus bust an extra tec Hands chilled ice like freezers, off dirty visas Heaters for the fleet of Scarface pretty niggas Getting figures with the triggers Oh man..so after the session we gon' go back My man he got the waterfalls, we gon go lamp, know what I'm sayin Whatchu mean..come on, baby, know how much this rent is? Four thousand a month, word up..this is real What you talkin about, Manhattan is expensive, baby We got expensive tastes, that's why you safe with this player Word up, make sure you do.. [Scholarwise] Damn, where this nigga at! Alright, just keep rewinding the track Yo, it's like 3am in the morning, man, damn! Scaramanga, whattup?! [Scaramanga] Hold up, let me call my man and let him know we on our way We on our way, we'll get there, on our way [Scholarwise] Yo, Scaramanga, come on, son! Damn, leave them chickens alone Come on, son, pick up the phone! Word up, come on, god, gotta get this paper, man [Scaramanga] Yeah, I know, I know, I'm coming, yo [Scholarwise] Yo, I ain't get no answer though..oh, wait, hold up one second, just got up on the jack I know, man, niggas get a little record label and thinking they blowing up I ain't got to sit here for this, man, could be home with my own girl, word up