| 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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| 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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| 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 (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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| 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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| 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 (Uh-uh)
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| You was laughing with your girlfriends, sipping 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 club is so black we can’t see our own hands
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| I know you feel that bulge through them Fubu pants
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| You bold huh, wanna feel it in your hands |
| Rub your ass all up on it cause you know that I want it
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| God gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it
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| Life is a song, you were born to perform it
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| Drink the Cristal at the same time
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| Get intoxicated till we lose are minds
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| The crowd seperated as we start to shine
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| I lift you in the air your skirt starts to climb
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| We tongue kiss deep in front of the whole crowd
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| The lights start to flash the music is too loud
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| We hit the back door and jump in the limousine
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| You pull up your skirt I put some ice in between
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| You’re tired from the dancing so I kiss your feet
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| Even though we outside I hear the bass from the beat
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| Funkmaster Flex chop it up for the freaks
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| DJ Enuff make the mommies wanna creep
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| No problem uh mi spouse no aqui
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| Tu muy caliente tu vamos con mi
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| Si mami I’m the chaffer make it whip
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| Take a ride bet you never forget, here we go
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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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| 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 (Uh-uh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Imagine That , by - LL COOL J. Song from the album G. O. A. T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest Of All Time, in the genre R&B