Perfect Gentleman Lyrics

Perfect Gentleman lyrics

(This one's goin' out to the strip joints

Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous

For every Go-Go Bar

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

Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex

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

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 doin' the same thing y'all be doin'

Turn up my symphony, man

Turn up my symphony

Drop a BEAT!)



Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your dance shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico

Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a 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 champaigne room'

Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw 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 dance shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico

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



Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your dance shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico

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



Excuse me, what is your name?



Uh, my name is Hope, yo

I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses

Have you any idea how hard this is?

I could flex in 25 positions

But I only work here to pay my tuition

Yo, tantalizing teaser

Table-top pleaser

Give me what I need a

Mastercard a Visa

Lap dance fantasy

Picture us on and on white canopy

Wyclef extended his hand to me

Like Billy D. said he's feelin 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 dance shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico

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



Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your dance shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico

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



(Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls

Fronting like the budweiser commercial

Talking bout, 'IIIIIII, 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 callers, Wasn't you a preacher?

You calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone

I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP 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 dance shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico

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



Just 'cause she dances go-go

It don't make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your dance shoes on

We going to the disco

We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico

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



Call up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper yo



(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I

Got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)