Mr. 3-2 - Tonight's the Night lyrics

[Mr. 3-2] Let's get it started get it popping, g-strings get to dropping Go on work your money maker, let me see that a** dropping These broads be bopping, when they see me on dubs Pulling up big body, valeting at the club What it is what it was, pimping what it's gon be Some dranks and conversation, now she going home with me It's extasy, Mr. 3 to the 2 that's right Skip this club that you at, and put this thug in your life Tonight is the night, girl call it like you want it Now boss it I'ma flip it, I'm all up on it Some'ing petite, s**y and sweet but pretty sweet I like 'em jazzy, cla**y and nasty under the sheets A dog in heat, and we can do it all night long While I get it and fit it, up in it like a thong Wrong or right, do what you like you call it It's your world, so go on get it started [Hook: Big T] Tonight's the night, leave the club with hype To have a freaky party Put a thug in your life, we could do it all night Get crunk, let's get it started (do what you like, baby shake it let me see the merchandise Mama what you working with between the thighs Looking like you can do it all night, that's right) [H.A.W.K.] Do what you like Shake that a**, to the left and to the right Only like it, if the p**y is tight When you s**ing, make sure you don't bite girl that's right And tonight is the night, I'm gon freak with all you hoes Get naked, go on take off your clothes You going home, with no panty hose That's the way it goes Real playas get chose Open your legs, and watch the p**y get drove Got you hotter, than a motherf**ing stove You nibbling all, on my ear lobe Bout to explode, I keep hitting hard Have my penis, touching your spinal cord Got you hotter, and screaming oh Lord My game is sharper than a sword I really don't bar, tonight is the night [Hook] [Mr. 3-2] Now let's do it get to it, I ain't fin to play wit ya Put it on video, and I'ma snap a couple pictures For my partnas on lock, a** and titties and your cot This freaky dude don't stop, busting nuts in her mouth Governor of the South, I done told you that Breaking in a broad back, call me the Fat Mack Big pimp hoe layer, and I never ever pay her My number one rule, is the game ain't fair A yelling n***a with long hair, it ain't all about f**ing Plus I'm all about my money, a b**h can't tell me nothing Bachelor for life, will I ever take a wife Thug forever, steady trying to get my sh** right With a packet full of ice, and a piece that's clean and Yellows carnails, and sweet Lac broads fiending Steady juting scheming, all on the telly And I'm working it well, that's what all of 'em tell me [Hook]