[LL Cool J]
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I just want you to fantasize with imagination
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Know what I'm saying, uh yeah, yeah
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Uh, yeah I like that
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Give me some more, some more of my vocals
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You know sex 'em up a little bit
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You know what I mean?
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You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
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The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
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You got the Prada boots on suede hitting your thigh
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Acting like my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye
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Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in the mirror
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Turn the fog lights on to see the legs more clearer
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You're turning me on, keep me standing up
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I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough
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I come up to your job and handcuff your boss
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Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off
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Then sit you up on the copy machine
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Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between
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Then I'll take you to the window so the world can see
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Baby I'm down on my knees let your world be free
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Pearl tongue, come get up on this desk with me
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Multiple orgasms is your destiny
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Wet dream, ride like you're going to Queens
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Like I just gave you fifty thou and ya just turned 18
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To hell with your boss
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Let that nigga hear you scream
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Sounding like that screech on the fax machine
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Then we can take it to the ladies bathroom
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Make your mascara run till you look like a racoon
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Touch yourself baby tell me it's wet
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Squeeze tight so I'll never forget, here we go
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[LeShaun (LL Cool J)]
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I'ma get you for your paper
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Make you leave you girl
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(Imagine that)
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Make you trick on me around the world
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(Imagine that)
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Have you calling me your ultimate thrill
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(Imagine that)
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I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill
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[LL Cool J (LeShaun)]
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I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
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(Imagine that)
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Me and my fold got my broads collide
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(Imagine that)
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Knocking girls off two at a time
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(Imagine that)
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Disrespect you and still make you mine
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(Uh-uh)
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Uh, imagine I'm your teacher and you stayed after school
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You've been a bad girl you broke all the rules
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Forgot your homework, chewed gum in class
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And the only way to fix it is to give me some ass
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I got a three piece suit on sitting at my desk
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I kinda need a shave but my body smell fresh
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You're wearing a plad skirt and long white socks
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The vibe is thick baby, we both red hot
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I kiss your neck unbutton your blouse
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Let my fingers make circles on the edge of your mouth
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Your apple's so ripe I'm your tutor for life
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Got your beggin' me to put you on detention tonight
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You could read the Iliad and the whole Odyssey
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But no Trojan soldier scold you like me
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Match the calculus then measure my frequency
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But when you blast on my lap that's the highest degree
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Put your hands on the chalkboard scratch it with ya nails
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Give me goose pimples when ya put yo tounge on my dimples
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Baby feel me now you got yo ass suspended
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Got a letter for your parents but I didn't wanna send it
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I stopped by the crib you invited me in
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You convinced me somehow to sip some juice and gin
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Then you take me to your parent's room and laid me on my back
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You twisting, kissing ya fist like that
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Rubber meets the road till the tire goes flat
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I filled it up with air again baby hold that
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You a bad girl look you got your sheets all wet
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Squeeze tight so i never forget the teacher's pet
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[LeShaun (LL Cool J)]
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I'ma get you for your paper
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Make you leave you girl
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(Imagine that)
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Make you trick on me around the world
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(Imagine that)
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Have you calling me your ultimate thrill
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(Imagine that)
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I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill
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[LL Cool J (LeShaun)]
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I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
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(Imagine that)
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Me and my fold got my broads collide
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(Imagine that)
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Knocking girls off two at a time
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(Imagine that)
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Disrespect you and still make you mine
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(Uh-uh)
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You was laughing with your girlfriends, sippin' a drink
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When I came up from behind you and wrapped you with my mink
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Guided you to the dance floor and held you tight
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We in the Tunnel in the back with the dim red lights
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I'm rocking the tank top baby nothing but ice
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You rocking the baby tee and mini skirts and spikes
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The cl |