![Imagine That - LL COOL J](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284755907743925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
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) |
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