Lyrics:

(Lord Infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut all of the lights down dim
Forget all about ya boy we gonna just flow with what we feel and 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 'cause you're a scarecrow groupie
But there's no pressure on you 'cause you know what you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink, and ill 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 you're, my devils bride
And there's a freak deep inside, have no shame no need to hide why do you keep on blushing? get it on
Like a slushy, 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

I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships
Taking trips and buying gifts I'm sorry I'm not on that tip
If you want romance you should just stick who you already with
If you in that mood you can't just hit me on that light night tip

(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 asking your last boyfriend for nathin'
But now the big bourbon on gold... got you aggravated

(Gangsta Boo)
I need a coach bag
(DJ Paul)
I can't be even doing it
(Gangsta Boo)
I need my hair done
(DJ Paul)
Me too... I ain't got nothing to do with it
I been through with it you and it since the first time you asked
And might I add playas like me can't be saving your ass

(Gangsta Boo)
I ain't with that nonsense or that lovey-dovey mess
Feelin' kinda 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 nothing 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 so trick that's it

(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)