Lord Infamous - Late Nite Tip lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Let me just take you somewhere secret Gonna cut all of the lights down dim, forget all About your world, we gonna just flow wit what we feel, let's share all You're private thoughts, I'm not just Out for your s**, 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 p**no bump, girl come lounge Here by my side, tonight you're My Devil's bride, and as a Freak deep inside, have no shame No need to hide, why do you Keep on blushing it-it off Like a s*ut, 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 houndin' 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... [Hook: Lord Infamous & Gangsta Boo] [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 think who you already with [Okay] If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip Ohhh] I'm not that 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 think who you already with [Okay] If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip [Ohhh] [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I done seen Some funny (Shhh) 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 ya last boyfriend for nathin' But now the big, ' Burban on golds got'cha aggrivated [Gangsta Boo] I need a coach bag [DJ Paul] I can't be even doin it [Gangsta Boo] I need my hair done [DJ Paul] Me too, I ain't got nothin to do wit it I been through wit it, you 'n it Since the first time ya asked And might I add Playas like me can't be savin you rags [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] I ain't with that non-sense Or that lovey-dovey mess Feelin' kinda horny And when I'm callin' all I want is s** Slip on Victoria Secrets Hit the liquor store before it close Call Chris so I can get somethin' white to throw up in my nose Now I'm feelin fine Nothin but s** is on my mind If you can not please me Boy, then please don't waste all of my time Got'chu 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Juicy J] I can't understand why these broads be trippin Can't stand the heat? Get outta the kitchen Ballin in my Lex' dropped low to the ground Just a young playa tryin'a 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 hotel Oh well, that's where the Juice mayn stayin Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do Like skippin work, or love cuttin high school Several other playas in the Three 6 Mafia Camcorder hoes 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 [Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca] Tell me, Three 6 Who's that bumpin that music? Hypnotizing Koop I tell you who I'm bout to lose it Could it be that laid back-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 Though no-one cares of how I feel Realize my mind so tight that I ain't even try 'ta fight I can-not lie, though I can ride high, late night [Hook]