ll cool j
the bristol hotel
I know a fat girl, she wears a orange skirt  You give her twenty dollars and you can do work  She'll take food stamps and a traveller's check Because her hair and her face and her life's a wreck  She wears a bright blond wig, some high heeled pumps  She's down in the dumps so she's sellin' her rump  She's a hot little momma and she works every day  If you want to pay to play, here's where she stays  She's at the  [Chorus]  (Bristol Hotel) Room 515  (The Bristol Hotel) Where that at? (Jamaica, Queens!)   I seen her standin' there, slutty as could be  Offering the putty for a itty-bitty fee  Every red light she'll come over to your ride  Or she's standin' in the doorway tellin' you to come inside  The Bristol Hotel, 'cause it ain't no thing  And her meat tastes better than Burger King  Japanese executives in three-piece suits  Glasses all foggy when they come in the place  The girlies in the Bristol, they're all in cahoots  He fell asleep and got robbed, and cold chumped his face at the...   [Chorus]  Party people check the story 'cause the story is ill  It's the story of two men, one Harold, one Bill  They went inside the Bristol on a Saturday night  Harold was cool but Bill felt uptight  The girlies made attempts but Harold played it cool  "Never ever rush, that's the golden rule  I been comin' to the Bristol's ten years of my life  A-yo, what the hell? Yo, man that's my wife!"   (The)  [Chorus]  You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a kind  And if you know her good enough she won't make you stand on line  She'll let you inside, make you pay for the ride  Take off her pants and then it smells like somebody died  You say "What the heck", because you already paid  Not knowin' that the guy that went before you had AIDS  Bang bang boogie, she was so amusin'  Next week you're at the clinic gettin' blood transfusions  At the  [Chorus]  (The Bristol Hotel)