[Verse 1: Hip-house female MC, nimble bars over the house kick] Friday at the Palace, I'm the window by the stairs Coats along a rail and a hundred tickets in my care Leather, suede and puffers, furs that smell like smoke I can tell you who's a cheater by the way he hands a coat Here comes Trey in his leather with his girl Dana in tow Drops two coats and a wink and a twenty, says, "Keep 'em close" Ten minutes later he's in the corner with a girl in sequins Dana at the bar askin' everybody where her man went [Hook: Hip-house female MC, full force over the acid bass] Check yourself at the door Leave the lies on the rail, don't need 'em no more I got your ticket and I know what it's for Check yourself at the door [Verse 2: Hip-house female MC, sizzling hats, acid bassline] Dana on her phone, "He said he went to move the car" Baby, I can see him and he isn't very far I can see him from my window with his hand around a waist Leanin' on her ear with that lyin' little face So I do what coat check does, I rearrange the rack Pull his leather off the hook and I lay it on the back Then I wait for two o'clock with a ticket and a plan When the lights come up it's my world, understand [Hook: Hip-house female MC, full force over the acid bass] Check yourself at the door Leave the lies on the rail, don't need 'em no more I got your ticket and I know what it's for Check yourself at the door [Bridge: Hip-house female MC, hi-hat sizzle, the hats racing ahead of her] Sixty-two, sixty-three, I got 'em both in my hand Leather for the lady and the fur for the man Keys in the pocket and the wallet in there too Ninety dollars cab fare, honey, that's on you Sixty-two, sixty-three, tick, tick, tick Watch the coat check work a little magic trick [Verse 3: Hip-house female MC, triumphant, house kick] Dana hands her ticket and I hand her his leather She zips it to the chin like she's checkin' on the weather Wallet in the pocket and the keys to his car She's out the front door and she don't need to go far Trey walks up at two with his ticket and his grin I hand him a fur coat, pink, with a feather trim "That ain't mine," he says, and I say, "Read it, it's a match You came in with two, now you're leavin' with that" [Hook: Hip-house female MC, full force over the acid bass] Check yourself at the door Leave the lies on the rail, don't need 'em no more I got your ticket and I know what it's for Check yourself at the door [End]
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