LL COOL J - Mr. Good Bar Lyrics

Nah, y'all, nah, y'all, uh uh I ain't disrespectin' though
I'm just sayin' it happen to me it can happen to him

How you doing?
What's your name?
Oh, you're his girl?

Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your drink and be merry
And be a nice girl and save me a cherry
Me, I'll have a Kalahua and milk
'Cause champagne always stains my silk
You got a man? That's somethin' we won't talk about
He's smart enough to have ya, but dumb enough to let ya out
I like ya Fendi bag, your alligator shoes
Your hairstyle, and your whole point of view
The way you lick your lips and stare
You tell me that's a habit, hmm, yeah
Honey coated legs with not one scar
The stylish wardrobe is up to par
Here's my number, call me in my car
You deserve a visit from Mr. Goodbar

So how long you been talkin' to him?
Word?
Nah, he cool with me, he's cool with me
Oh, he loves you

Honey, open up a bottle of brandy
Better yet, have a piece of Cool J candy
And sweat the man with the master disaster
Break ya like plaster-plan and
The cards on the table, and the deal is dealt
Uh, I'm in the mood for a tuna melt
And I can't make you, I sure wouldn't rape you
Feelin' kinda mellow, and I sure would hate to leave the job half-done (nah)
'Cause at a time like this you're the one that I'm lookin' for
Crawlin' on the floor (woof)
I'm comin' back for more
If the Mona Lisa's name was Teresa
I'd get a piece of the Mona Lisa
Then smoke a cigar
You deserve a visit from Mr. Goodbar

Yeah, so you be callin' on the request line?
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, he's my man, word
Him too
Yeah, I like Bobby Brown
Tellin' you he's cool, but

Don't be cruel, 'cause you'll be on your own
It's my prerogative and my microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
Smooth as White Star Extra Dry Moet Chandon
And I'll slip it in your mouth like a Bon-Bon

Ya know what I'm sayin', baby?
I'm Mr. Goodbar, yeah
So, you know next time, uh, your man is out
Check the lobby
Nah, nah, he's cool
Who my girl? Oh, I don't know, your man might be with her
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
But I'm with you, yeah
Mr. Goodbar, baby, uh
And may I say, may I say that outfit you got on
Slammin'
Juicy lips, so honey coated
Yo, he never says that to you?
He never gives you compliments?
Do he be givin' you flowers, baby
And tellin' you how much he cares for you?
Does he hold you, and caress you, and give you affection
I didn't think so