(This ones goin out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzys Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
Ima send this one out to the gentlemens clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing yall up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what Im saying?
Dont let the ladies fool yall now, fellas
They be doin the same thing yall be doin
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Drop a BEAT!)
Just cuz she dances go-go
It dont make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said Im in love with a stripper, 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 its a sin, but before me you show
me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock
said, Theres no sex in the champaigne room
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling
down, type of tears that money couldnt buy
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 a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on and on white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said hes 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
(Yo a lot of yall sitting with yall girls
fronting like the budweiser commercial
Talking bout, IIIIIII, I dont be going to the strip joints
You lying man! Youd be surprised who you see up in there man.
I got one question for you liars, man)
Shot callers, Wasnt 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,
Dont hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call up my mama said Im in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
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