[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're gonna just flow with what we feel

Let's share all your private thoughts, I'm not just out for your sex

Let me simplify 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 all 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 headboard

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

[Chorus: 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 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)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]

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 nothin'

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, well, I ain't got nothin' to do with it

I've 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

[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]

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's Secret, 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

[Chorus: 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 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)

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

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 JuiceManne 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 Alizé, or a tall can of Bud Light

Just for ya freaks, on the moonlight, 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 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

Realise my mind so tight, that I ain't even try to fight

I cannot lie, though, I can ride high, late night

[Chorus: 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 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)