[Lord Infamous]   Let me just take you somewhere secret    gonna cut all of the lights down dim   Forget all about your boy we gonna just flow it   What we felt let's share a few 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 cuz you're a Scarecrow groupie   but there's no pressure on you cuz you know    what you must do check this out    Let's have a drink and I give you time to think   Let me puff this buddah blunt and cut on this porno buff   Girl come lounge here by my side, tonight your, my devil's bride   And there's a freak deep inside have no shame, no need to hide   Why do you keep on blushin? Get it on   Like a slut she, she must be,    kind of tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy   Now I got her on all fours   bout to break down the headboard crash this broad   All through the wall now she howling 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)   I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships   Takin' trips, and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip   If you want romance you should just stick who you are really with   If you in that mood you can hit me on that late night tip (2x)      [DJ Paul]   I done seen some funny shit since I got in this game   They wants my crib they wants kids since I done got my fame   I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin   But now the big bourban on gold got you aggravated      [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 with it   I been through with it, you and it since the first time you asked   And might I add, players like me can't be savin' your ass      [Gangsta Boo]   I ain't with that nonsense, or that lovey-dovey mess   Feelin' kind of whorish I call and all I want is sex   Slip on Victoria's secret, hit the liquor store before it close   Call Chris so I can get something 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 mist   Mystic girl from Triple Six   Late night tip is all we have, it's time for trick that sick      (Chorus 2x)      [Juicy J]   I can't understand why these slobs be trippin'   Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen   Ballin' in my Lex dropped low 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   Raymo Inn on a summer motel,    oh well that's what the Juice might stay in   Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do   Like skippin' work or love cuttin' high school   Summon all the players in the Three 6 Mafia   Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool   Never try to argue, bother you, or fight    Kill a pack a jimmy hats strapped on real tight   Sippin' Alize all tall, and a bud light   Just for you freaks on the moonlight late night      [Koopsta Knicca]   Tell me Three 6 who be bumpin' that music   Hypnotizin' Koop I tell you who I'm bout to lose it   Could it be that late night, groove type, just inside the body   Always kinda lonely someone want me hold me, I say   Come here, come here, come here the Koopsta cryin' tears   I can't think positive when no one cares of how I feel   Realize my mind, sometimes that I even try to find   I cannot lie though I can ride high late night      (Chorus until song ends)