Lyrics Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

I Need You Tonight

[Verse One: Trife]

Baby listen, bets to believe

I can give you what you want and all that you need

Mackin' all the ladies, from the fly to the shady

Marquis diamonds, 600 Mercedes

I'll fly you across the seas in a private jet

Whisper shit in ya ear to get ya panties wet

Honey I'll show you how good life can get

Winin and dinin, non-chalant in the finest restaraunt

Feed you lobster cause I'm a true mobster

Lame niggaz bore ya, lay ya down in the Waldorf-Astoria

Victoria Secret; lingerie, I like the freak shit

Dim the lights, sex all through the night

King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right

Wear you out, leave my number by the phone

When you wake up in the morn', I'm gone

[Chorus: Aaliyah]

I wonder if I take you home will you still be in love baby

Because I need you tonight

Wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby

Because I need you tonight

[Aaliyah]

Home, home

Home home home

[Verse Two: Lil' Kim]

Uh! Do you know who I be? Lil' Kim the Lieutenant (that's right)

Here to put it on you fools tryin to run up in it

(What's the matter Big Momma, don't you like what you see?)

Like my girl Mary B. you just ain't runnin' up in me, uh

You got to give me what I need baby..

That's a drop top Z baby

Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante

Dom Perignon so we can get it on

Movado watch, Tennis for the wrists

Nigga; you ain't ever seen no ice like this

So now you know what you workin with, handle your business

And keep coming with that stuff that I like (like..)

Light a candle, I'm too hot to handle

I see yo' eyes sizin' up my hips and my thighs

Man I'll do things to you (uh-huh)..

Vanessa Del Rio be 'shamed to do

Chorus

[Verse Three: Kleptomaniac]

Mack ass nigga, smooth like Tom Cat in the zoot-suit

Game's fullproof leavin parties with bitches in NFS Coupes

Spittin' game, with or without the eye contact

With or without contracts, layin my game down flat

Kleptomaniac, rides any rhythm that you give him, I'm livin right

Semi-precious stones, exotic bitches in skin-tights

Hands-free mobile phone, showin women how to live life

If that's your girl, she wasn't last night

Made her life worthwhile, Benjamins by the piles

Turn her frowns to smiles, livin Goodfella's lifestyle

Nails done and hair, livin rooms with chandeliers

Sex in a strech Lex, no cares for who wanna stare

Yeah, now that's a real women for ya

High execs and lawyers, pearls gems and Tag Heuers

Bachelor degrees, bringin home bacon and cheese

Freaky Saundra ain't afraid to get some dirt up on her knees

Chorus 3X (repeats to fade)