(Lord Infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna not flow it what we feel and share uhh
Few private thoughts, I'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
Light up things and life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow who think but there's no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And I give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and there's uhh
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to high ride, do you
Keep all the shame get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Candle tipsy on this crystal like your gypsy now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the head, boy crash this crowd
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor it don't quit
Another one break
It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late night tip

Chorus x2
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
I'm sorry your not on the tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that means you can just hit me on that late night tip (ooh)

(DJ Paul)
I done seen
Some funny and shh since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kid since I ain't gots my thang
I never recall you askin' last boyfriend but Nathan
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin'
(I need a coach bag)
I can't be even doin' it
(I need my hair done)
Me too, I ain't got nothin' to do with it
I've been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might a add
Playas like me can't be savin' your ass

(Gangsta Boo)
I ain't with that nonsense
All that love and dubb be missed
Feelin' kind of huh
I call and all I want is sex
Slip on Victoria Secrets hit the liqour before it close
Call Chris so I can't get somethin' white to go get up my
Never feelin' fine
Nothin' but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please don't waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late night tip is all we have
It's payin so trick that sick

Chorus x2

(Juicy "J")
I can't understand why these ballas be trippin'
Can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my Lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin' put my bid in
Freeks want to trick that be constantly payin'
Not a girl thug they be constantly layin'
Rainbow in on a summer motel
Oh well that's where the juice man stayin'
Gotta have a lady that want to do what I do
Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school
Several other playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
Never try to argue
But you all fight
Kill a pack of Jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin' alazey on top and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon like tonight

(Koopsta Knicca)
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin' Koop
I tell you who
I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, I say
Come here come here come here
The Koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive
When no one cares of how I feel
Realize my mind so tired that I even to find
I cannot lie though I can ride hide late night

Chorus...till fade


______________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

Writer : WALDEN, NARADA MICHAEL / FISCHER, LISA / BEAUREGARD, P. / HOUSTON, J. / MITCHELL, L. / DUNIGON, R. / COOPER, R.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.