Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Imagine That , by - LL COOL J. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Imagine That |
| I just want you to fantasize with imagination |
| Know what I’m saying, uh yeah, yeah |
| Uh, yeah I like that |
| Give me some more, some more of my vocals |
| You know sex 'em up a little bit |
| You know what I mean? |
| You’re the honey that I see when I’m riding by |
| The one giving me a feeling that I can’t deny |
| You got the Prada boots on suede hitting your thigh |
| Acting like my chrome twenties ain’t catching your eye |
| Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in the mirror |
| Turn the fog lights on to see the legs more clearer |
| You’re turning me on, keep me standing up |
| I wish that I could prove to you that I’m man enough |
| I come up to your job and handcuff your boss |
| Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off |
| Then sit you up on the copy machine |
| Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between |
| Then I’ll take you to the window so the world can see |
| Baby I’m down on my knees let your world be free |
| Pearl tongue, come get up on this desk with me |
| Multiple orgasms is your destiny |
| Wet dream, ride like you’re going to Queens |
| Like I just gave you fifty thou and ya just turned 18 |
| To hell with your boss |
| Let that nigga hear you scream |
| Sounding like that screech on the fax machine |
| Then we can take it to the ladies bathroom |
| Make your mascara run till you look like a racoon |
| Touch yourself baby tell me it’s wet |
| Squeeze tight so I’ll never forget, here we go |
| I’ma get you for your paper |
| Make you leave you girl |
| (Imagine that) |
| Make you trick on me around the world |
| (Imagine that) |
| Have you calling me your ultimate thrill |
| (Imagine that) |
| I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill |
| I’ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide |
| (Imagine that) |
| Me and my fold got my broads collide |
| (Imagine that) |
| Knocking girls off two at a time |
| (Imagine that) |
| Disrespect you and still make you mine (Uh-uh) |
| Uh, imagine I’m your teacher and you stayed after school |
| You’ve been a bad girl you broke all the rules |
| Forgot your homework, chewed gum in class |
| And the only way to fix it is to give me some ass |
| I got a three piece suit on sitting at my desk |
| I kinda need a shave but my body smell fresh |
| You’re wearing a plad skirt and long white socks |
| The vibe is thick baby, we both red hot |
| I kiss your neck unbutton your blouse |
| Let my fingers make circles on the edge of your mouth |
| Your apple’s so ripe I’m your tutor for life |
| Got your beggin' me to put you on detention tonight |
| You could read the Iliad and the whole Odyssey |
| But no Trojan soldier scold you like me |
| Match the calculus then measure my frequency |
| But when you blast on my lap that’s the highest degree |
| Put your hands on the chalkboard scratch it with ya nails |
| Give me goose pimples when ya put yo tounge on my dimples |
| Baby feel me now you got yo ass suspended |
| Got a letter for your parents but I didn’t wanna send it |
| I stopped by the crib you invited me in |
| You convinced me somehow to sip some juice and gin |
| Then you take me to your parent’s room and laid me on my back |
| You twisting, kissing ya fist like that |
| Rubber meets the road till the tire goes flat |
| I filled it up with air again baby hold that |
| You a bad girl look you got your sheets all wet |
| Squeeze tight so i never forget the teacher’s pet |
| I’ma get you for your paper |
| Make you leave you girl |
| (Imagine that) |
| Make you trick on me around the world |
| (Imagine that) |
| Have you calling me your ultimate thrill |
| (Imagine that) |
| I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill |
| I’ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide |
| (Imagine that) |
| Me and my fold got my broads collide |
| (Imagine that) |
| Knocking girls off two at a time |
| (Imagine that) |
| Disrespect you and still make you mine (Uh-uh) |
| You was laughing with your girlfriends, sipping a drink |
| When I came up from behind you and wrapped you with my mink |
| Guided you to the dance floor and held you tight |
| We in the Tunnel in the back with the dim red lights |
| I’m rocking the tank top baby nothing but ice |
| You rocking the baby tee and mini skirts and spikes |
| The club is so black we can’t see our own hands |
| I know you feel that bulge through them Fubu pants |
| You bold huh, wanna feel it in your hands |
| Rub your ass all up on it cause you know that I want it |
| God gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it |
| Life is a song, you were born to perform it |
| Drink the Cristal at the same time |
| Get intoxicated till we lose are minds |
| The crowd seperated as we start to shine |
| I lift you in the air your skirt starts to climb |
| We tongue kiss deep in front of the whole crowd |
| The lights start to flash the music is too loud |
| We hit the back door and jump in the limousine |
| You pull up your skirt I put some ice in between |
| You’re tired from the dancing so I kiss your feet |
| Even though we outside I hear the bass from the beat |
| Funkmaster Flex chop it up for the freaks |
| DJ Enuff make the mommies wanna creep |
| No problem uh mi spouse no aqui |
| Tu muy caliente tu vamos con mi |
| Si mami I’m the chaffer make it whip |
| Take a ride bet you never forget, here we go |
| I’ma get you for your paper |
| Make you leave you girl |
| (Imagine that) |
| Make you trick on me around the world |
| (Imagine that) |
| Have you calling me your ultimate thrill |
| (Imagine that) |
| I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill |
| I’ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide |
| (Imagine that) |
| Me and my fold got my broads collide |
| (Imagine that) |
| Knocking girls off two at a time |
| (Imagine that) |
| Disrespect you and still make you mine (Uh-uh) |