Late Nite Tip

Let me just take you somewhere secret
 Gonna cut all of the lights down dim, forget all - about your world
 We gonna just flow with what we feel, let's share all
 Your private thoughts, I'm not just - out for your sex
 Let me simp-lify the things in life that
 You find complex, forget what
 You heard 'bout me, 'cause you're a
 Scarecrow groupie, but there's no
 Pressure on you, 'cause you know
 What you must do, check this out
 Let's have a drink, and I'll give
 You time to think, let me puff
 This Buddha blunt, and cut on
 This porno bump, girl, come lounge
 Here by my side, tonight you're
 My Devil's bride, and there's a
 Freak deep inside, have no shame
 No need to hide, why do you
 Keep on blushing, get it off
 Like a slut, she-she must be
 Kind of tipsy on this Chrystal like a gypsy
 Now I got her on all fours, 'bout to break
 Down the head-board, crash this broad
 On through the wall, now she howlin' like a dog
 Sweat poured
 We hit the floor, it don't quit
 Another one ripped
 It's just another victim of Lord Infamous
 Late night tip
 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why?)
 Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry, I'm not on that tip (what?)
 If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (okay)
 If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (ooh)
 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why?)
 Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry, I'm not on that tip (what?)
 If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (okay)
 If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (ooh)
 I done seen some funny (shh) since I got in this game
 They wants my crib, they wants my kids, since I done gots my fame
 I never recall ya askin' your last boyfriend for nathin'
 But now the big 'Burban on golds got ya aggravated
 (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 been through with it, you, and it since the first time ya asked
 And might I add, playas like me can't be savin' you rats
 I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey-dovey mess
 Feelin' kinda horny and when I'm callin' all I want is sex
 Slip on Victoria Secrets, hit the liquor store before it close
 Call Chris so I can get somethin' white to go up in my nose
 Now I'm 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 mix, mystic girl from Triple-Six
 Late night tip is all we had, you just came, so trick, that's it
 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why?)
 Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry, I'm not on that tip (what?)
 If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (okay)
 If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (ohhh)
 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why?)
 Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry, I'm not on that tip (what?)
 If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (okay)
 If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip (ohhh)
 I can't understand why these broads be trippin'
 Can't stand the heat? Get out of the kitchen
 Ballin' in my Lex', dropped, legs to the ground
 Just a young playa tryin' to put my bid in
 Freaks want a trick that be constantly payin'
 Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin'
 Rainbow Inn, or the Summer Motel
 Oh well, that's where the Juicemane stayin'
 Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
 Like skippin' work, or love cuttin' high school
 Servin' other playas in the Three 6 Mafia
 Camcorder on, skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool
 Never try to argue, bother you, or fight
 Keep a pack of jimmy-hats strapped on real tight
 Fifth of Alize, or a tall can of Bud Light
 Just for ya freaks, on the moon-light, late night
 Tell me, three, six
 Who's that bumpin' that music?
 Hypnotizing Koop, I tell you who
 I'm 'bout to lose it
 Could it be that laid night-groove type
 Jazz inside thy body
 Always kinda lonely
 Someone want me, hold me
 I said, come near, come near
 Come here the Koopsta cryin' tears
 I can't think positive, when no-one cares of how I feel
 Realize my mind so tight, that I ain't even try to fight
 I cannot lie, though, I can ride high, late night
 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why?)