Mr 3-2

Mr 3-2 - Tonight's The Night lyrics

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(feat. H.A.W.K., Big T) 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Let's get it started get it popping, g-strings get to dropping 

Go on work your money maker, let me see that ass dropping 

These broads be bopping, when they see me on dubs 

Pulling up big body, valeting at the club 

What it is what it was, pimping what it's gon be 

Some dranks and conversation, now she going home with me 

It's extasy, Mr. 3 to the 2 that's right 

Skip this club that you at, and put this thug in your life 

Tonight is the night, girl call it like you want it 

Now boss it I'ma flip it, I'm all up on it 

Some'ing petite, sexy and sweet but pretty sweet 

I like 'em jazzy, classy and nasty under the sheets 

A dog in heat, and we can do it all night long 

While I get it and fit it, up in it like a thong 

Wrong or right, do what you like you call it 

It's your world, so go on get it started 



[Hook: Big T] 

Tonight's the night, leave the club with hype 

To have a freaky party 

Put a thug in your life, we could do it all night 

Get crunk, let's get it started 

(do what you like, baby shake it let me see the merchandise 

Mama what you working with between the thighs 

Looking like you can do it all night, that's right) 



[H.A.W.K.] 

Do what you like 

Shake that ass, to the left and to the right 

Only like it, if the pussy is tight 

When you sucking, make sure you don't bite girl that's right 

And tonight is the night, I'm gon freak with all you hoes 

Get naked, go on take off your clothes 

You going home, with no panty hose 

That's the way it goes 

Real playas get chose 

Open your legs, and watch the pussy get drove 

Got you hotter, than a motherfucking stove 

You nibbling all, on my ear lobe 

Bout to explode, I keep hitting hard 

Have my penis, touching your spinal cord 

Got you hotter, and screaming oh Lord 

My game is sharper than a sword 

I really don't bar, tonight is the night 



[Hook] 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Now let's do it get to it, I ain't fin to play wit ya 

Put it on video, and I'ma snap a couple pictures 

For my partnas on lock, ass and titties and your cot 

This freaky dude don't stop, busting nuts in her mouth 

Governor of the South, I done told you that 

Breaking in a broad back, call me the Fat Mack 

Big pimp hoe layer, and I never ever pay her 

My number one rule, is the game ain't fair 

A yelling nigga with long hair, it ain't all about fucking 

Plus I'm all about my money, a bitch can't tell me nothing 

Bachelor for life, will I ever take a wife 

Thug forever, steady trying to get my shit right 

With a packet full of ice, and a piece that's clean and 

Yellows carnails, and sweet Lac broads fiending 

Steady juting scheming, all on the telly 

And I'm working it well, that's what all of 'em tell me 



[Hook]
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