# a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Versuri Strip club
- 2 Live Crew

Luke (in front of an audience) :
As you know, we are now in the strip club, in.. Magic City.
{beeper goes off}
Ohh - somebody's beeper goin' - yo, oh hey hey hey, hold on.
Yeah, that's the one by me, yo. Yeah. {the beat starts}
They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight.
I ain't seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this p***, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr. Mixx, uhh, Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice.
You know we at Magic City Lounge, ladies and gentlemen;
if y'all don't know where it's located, it's in Atlanta.

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
The strip club is the place to hang
Just watchin' all the bitches just throwin' that thang
In a smoke-filled room, filled with noise
On a special night just for the boys
I'll be sittin' at a table, just sippin' on a drink,
While the bitch is on stage, showin' the pink
Oh, what a sight to see!
It looked like the p***y just winked at me
They'll do anything for a tip
Like table-top dance, or even grab your dick
With my money in hand, lookin' for fun
Look out, man, 'cause here she comes!.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, y'all wanna get them four girls over there? Them four
FINE mu'***, the one over there makin' her p***y jump and s***? Two
pussies in one? Aaight. Y'all - y'all repeat after me..
Bring that p***y over here, heeeere!
[Bring that p***y over here, heeeere!].

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Chillin' late night, I was drunk as f***k
A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club
Gave a bitch five for a table-top dance
She took off her g-string and shook her a*s
Baby, all that? You got to work harder!
Do some backflips to make me harder!

So I called the waitress, gimme a drink!
And by that time, a nigga start' to think
If that bitch in here swallows bottle tops,
I know she could make me hard as a rock
So shake ya booty, girl, smack the devil and raise the flag
And let Marquis bless and watch that a*s!.

Damn, Mixx, get yo' face out that p***y! Hey, Marquis, what you doin', man?
You not supposed to be doin' that! Know you got p***y like that there! Hold
on, hold on, man, hold on, we got - y'all really with us now, okay, let's say it!
Bring that p***y over here, heeeere! Fellas say it!
[Bring that p***y over here, heeeere!] Ohh shiit!!.

Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice
She danced on the table, I poured with sweat
Put my hand in my pocket, pulled out a bet
She laid on the table, then opened her thighs -
No hairs on the p***, which made my dick rise
She went crazy, and I got loose
Gave her a 20 and the p***y juiced
It's the boys' night out, and we're lookin' for fun
Look out, man, 'cause here she comes!.

Hold on, hold on, hold on, Chris, you gave her a 20? You buyin' p***, man.
That's against the law. You know we got locked up one time already. Hey,
hey, hey, don't buy no p***y. Okay, fellas, y'all ready to get some new hoes?
Let's go! Everybody say
Bring that p***y over here, heeeere!
[Bring that p***y over here, heeeere!]
Leeme hear ya say bring that p***y over here, heeeere!
[Bring that p***y over here, heeeere!]
Now that we done got all the p***, now y'all know, we gotta take some of
these hoes home, 'cause uh, this hotel gets a little lonely, and we needs
to f***k!