Perfect Gentleman Lyrics by Wyclef Jean

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!)

    [Chorus]
    Just 'cuz 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 ???? to Meeeexico
    Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Verse 2]
    [Wyclef]
    Excuse me, what is your name?
    [Hope]
    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

    [Chorus 2X]

    (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

    [Chorus 2X]
    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

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