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 theres 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 theres 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 nite 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 nite 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 nite 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 wanna 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 wanna 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