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
Un Bar Sobre un Bar
Eso son diez minutos
¿Qué tienes?
Está bien
Tengo un bar sobre un bar
No es una broma, es solo un bar
Un tipo entra a un bar
Tomó asiento, le gustaba su licor fuerte, sus mujeres fáciles
La leyenda cuenta que era desconsiderado como dedos que tocan guitarras
Era solo un campesino que estacionó su camioneta porque estaba oscuro para ir al baño
El camino era largo, la fila era larga como la mierda
Lo pensó, se aguantó y sorbió su pajilla
Apagó su cigarro y salió hacia su auto
Olvida a ese tipo, había una fila dentro del bar
Y la fila era tan larga que rodeaba detrás del bar
Y exponía licor casero y vino dentro del frasco
Y seguía hasta el callejón y la basura detrás del bar
Hasta el mismo tipo, que estaba meando detrás de su auto
El tipo de adelante vio que esta mierda estaba desordenada
El tipo de atrás vio que el medidor no tenía monedas
Los clientes y los pequeños deseaban que esta fila fuera mucho más corta
Te diría sus nombres, pero sus nombres no son importantes
Esto es lo que tengo hasta ahora