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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyclef Jean
Vocals
Joe Dimarco
Background Vocals
Hope
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyclef Jean
Songwriter
Jerry Duplessis
Songwriter
Hope Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Jerry Duplessis
Producer
Rob Herrera
Assistant Engineer
Joshua Lunetta
Assistant Engineer
Jake Ninan
Assistant Engineer
Seth Walden
Assistant Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Serge Tsai
Mastering Engineer
Andy Grassi
Recording Engineer
Sedeck Jean
Producer
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
I'm in paradise
Look at all these crystals
What's up in scores?
Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody
Working hard tryin' to make that
Money, check it out, y'all
(Giddyup giddyup giddyup)
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, 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 if only 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 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, 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 or Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on an all 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 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls
Fronting like the Budweiser commercial
Talking 'bout, I-I-I, 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, what are 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 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Call up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?
I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man
New York Dogs
Writer(s): Nel Jean, Jerry Duplessis, Hope Harris
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