Story Behind The Song

The common club goers routine

Song Description

A walk through escalating scenarios w/ each verse bringing the man closer and closer to picking up a certain female.

Lyrics

BOLERO


Verse 1-
Peeped her from the back? Ooooh ! Ass lovely
Trouble me and I?m going to see to it, cool breeze through it
Runnin? fluid like we?re on tap. The sewer boot Sam Adams apple of my Iyedouble
Thick like my dick when excited.
Got to write it, baggies can?t hide it.
Agree to break north and we can both side ?em off
Yet of course, before intercourse, explore the brain course.
Pending on the greenery, what may seem to be
A hole in one, may be a hole in under 18.
I?m saying, brother can?t dive in anything
Though the first impress(ion) passed prerequisite for scraping
So now I?m making my way on to the floor, tap shoulder, Oh oh I
Got to know you, scoped you from over there so
Mentally undressed you? though I didn?t tell her that
First name Pat, last name ?myself on the back?
?Cause honey cracked a smile like ?Hey!?
Next thing you know, hands high like ?catch the wave?
Out whop whomever ?til DJ spins reggae
Then I?m down ?til my knee acts up, she backed up causing moist middles
If y?all feel me, rejoice a little? say Oooh!

Chorus

Verse 2-
Oh tickle tickle, the feel is funny like Don Rickles
And with Monie in the middle we done got our touch on
After this we get gone. I she provokes it, it?s on
And since I?m a patient mother fucker, yo it?s back to questions
Do you toke ?til the Dutch is gone or are you head strong
If you sipped on pickle juice does that mean you get the dills
Shallow on my come up, but you still won?t test the skills
Love her like I love her? Ballers, you can keep your mil(lion)s
Still I eat my meals. Though that?s irrelevant
(Zoning) Where my fella?s went?? Maybe new dips
I drive an 01 Integra with a hella tint
Cyke it?s an ?88 Ac(ura) hoop, now am I still cute
Diggin? your boot, fiendin? to hickey my math upon your calf
After the blast off in spaceship
AKA motel 6, and dutch if we must
See lust can bring on thunder claps like a Skitzo thrust
Bent like we?re in the slammer, Alabama
Got my brain ticking on some non-choke chicken
Sticking to my self promise I?m as good as they come
Even with the knee bum, I can still make ?em hum like Ooh!

Chorus




Verse 3-
Oh shit? under my niceness and we?re toasted
Toughy?s holdin? the wall up, please keep tucked your toast kid
I?m fin to toast kids getting? their move on (clang, clang)
Pockets too weak for Dom, so strongback my Guiness/ ?excuse me?
Oh finish! Didn?t mean to interrupt the bitch? oh save it?
Just find the way I just said ?the bitch? dumb funny
Not really me honey, my money be mad short
Changing your channel live for the sport
What you thought? If it ain?t Black rooted, we get zooted
And brainstorm on the different forms that we can do it
Couldn?t be closer to truth, my mind state youth
29 going on fetal, my man Chuck 30 plus going off dirty dust
Or at least used to? them brews do nothing to you, but something to me
Let?s breeze like my DJ was Pooh and down with King T
Let?s see, are we on the same plateau? you on your back though
My train travels through mountains ?til reachin? borders where dames
Will spit the same spew as Cinderella when she got to the Bolero (as in ?Haitian ?ball?-room dance)

Chouru