Perfect Gentleman

This one's goin' out to the strip joints
 Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
 For every Go-Go Bar
 I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
 Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
 I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
 I understand when your girl is stressing you out
 (Crazy girls)
 Know what I'm saying?
 Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
 They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
 Turn up my symphony, man
 Turn up my symphony
 Drop a beat
 I'm in paradise
 Look at all these crystals
 What's up in scores?
 Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody
 Working hard tryin' to make that
 Money, check it out, y'all
 (Giddyup giddyup giddyup)
 Just 'cuz she dances go-go
 It don't make her a ho, no
 Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
 We going to the disco
 We gonna elope to Mexico
 Called up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Ten grand, let me see you
 Shake it like you got no bones in your body
 And you was made to be a celebrity
 Twenty grand, know it's a sin
 But if only you show me a little more skin
 It would fulfill my fantasy
 Thirty grand, to the highest bidder
 But Chris Rock said, "There's no sex
 In the champaigne room"
 Forty grand, looked into her eyes
 I saw tears falling down
 Type of tears that money couldn't buy
 Just 'cuz she dances go-go
 It don't make her a ho, no
 Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
 We going to the disco
 We gonna elope to Mexico
 Called up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Just 'cuz she dances go-go
 It don't make her a ho, no
 Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
 We going to the disco
 We gonna elope to Mexico
 Called up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Excuse me, what is your name?
 Uh, my name is Hope, yo
 I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
 Have you any idea how hard this is?
 I could flex in 25 positions
 But I only work here to pay my tuition
 Yo, tantalizing teaser
 Table-top pleaser
 Give me what I need a
 Mastercard or Visa
 Lap dance fantasy
 Picture us on an all white canopy
 Wyclef extended his hand to me
 Like Billy D. said he's feelin' me
 Take me away from here, so far
 Where they ride horses, no cars
 No more stripping in bars
 Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
 Just 'cuz she dances go-go
 It don't make her a ho, no
 Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
 We going to the disco
 We gonna elope to Mexico
 Called up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Just 'cuz she dances go-go
 It don't make her a ho, no
 Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
 We going to the disco
 We gonna elope to Mexico
 Called up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls
 Fronting like the Budweiser commercial
 Talking 'bout, I-I-I, I don't be going to the strip joints
 You lying man
 You'd be surprised who you see up in there man
 I got one question for you liars, man
 Shot callers, what are you, a preacher?
 You calling her a hooker?
 He without sin cast the first stone
 I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
 And told me if I ever have problems
 Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Just 'cuz she dances go-go
 It don't make her a ho, no
 Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
 We going to the disco
 We gonna elope to Mexico
 Called up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Just 'cuz she dances go-go
 It don't make her a ho, no
 Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
 We going to the disco
 We gonna elope to Mexico
 Called up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Call up my mama
 Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
 Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?
 I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man
 New York Dogs