Perfect Gentleman - Radio Edit lyrics

This one's going 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 doing the same thing y'all be doing
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 elope to Mexico
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