Perfect Gentleman (feat. Hope)

The one's going out to the strip joints

(Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendezvous)

For e'ry Go-Go bar

I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's club

(Magic City)

New York Dogs

(Rolex)

I be seeing y'all up in there late at night

(Mars Venus)

I understand when your girl is stressing you out

(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?

Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas

They be doing the same thing y'all be doing

Turn up my symphony, man

Turn up my symphony

Drop a BEAT

Up in paradise

Look at all these crystals

What's up with scores?

Uh-huh

Yo, straight up, this the new anthem

For e'rybody working hard, trying to make that money

(Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up)

Check it out, yo

Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama, said, I'm in love with this 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 it's 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

There's no sex in the champagne room

Forty grand

Looked into her eyes, I say tears falling down

Type of tears that money couldn't buy

Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama, said, I'm in love with this stripper, yo

Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama, said, I'm in love with this stripper, yo

Excuse me, what is your name?

Ugh, my name is Hope, yo

I was blessed with a body of the Goddesses

Have you any idea how hard this is?

I could flex in twenty-five positions

But I only work here to pay my tuition

Yo, tantalizing teaser, table-top pleaser

Give me what I need, a MasterCard or Visa

Lap dance fantasy

Picture us on a all-white canopy

Wyclef extended his hand to me

Like Bill D said, he feeling 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

Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama, said, I'm in love with this stripper, yo

Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama, said, I'm in love with this stripper, yo

Yo, a lotta y'all sitting with y'all girls

Fronting like the Budweiser commercial

Talking 'bout, ah, I don't be going to the strip joints

You lying, man

You'd be surprised who you see up in there, man

I got one question for you liars, man

Shot caller

Wasn't you a preacher?

You calling here a hooker?

He without sin cast the first stone

I met her on the subway

She gave me that V.I.P. card

And told me if I ever have problems

Don't hesitate to come by

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna elope to Mexico

Called up my mama, said, I'm in love with this stripper, yo

Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on

We going to the disco

We

Called up my mama, said, I'm in love with this stripper, yo

Yo, baby, can I get another lap dance?

I tell you, I got nothing but funny money, man

New York Dogs, man