Verse 1:
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one givin' me a feelin' that I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on
Suede hitting your thigh
Actin' like my chrome twenties ain't catching ya eye
Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on to see the legs more clearer
Ya turn me on
Keep me standin' up
I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff ya 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
Chorus:
LeShaun: I'ma get you for your paper, make you leave you girl
LL Cool J: Imagine that
LeShaun: Make you trick on me around the world
LL Cool J: Imagine that
LeShaun: Have you callin' me your ultimate thrill
LL Cool J: Imagine that
LeShaun: I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill
LL Cool J: I'ma hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
LeShaun: Imagine that
LL Cool J: Me and my fold got my broads collide
LeShaun: Imagine that
LL Cool J: Knock ya girls off two at a time
LeShaun: Imagine that
LL Cool J: Disrespect you and still make you mine
Verse 2:
Imagine I'm your teacher and you stayed after school
You 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
Sittin' at my desk
I kinda need a shave, but my body smell fresh
You're wearing a plaid 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 you beggin' me to put you on detention tonight
You could read the Illiad 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
Chorus
Verse 3:
You was laughing wit your girlfriends, sippin' a drink
When I came up from behind you and wrapped you with my mink
Guided you to the dance floor an' 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
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 dancin' 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 problema, mi esposo no aqui
Tu muy caliente tu vamos con mi
Si mami
I'm the chauffeur
Make it whip
Take a ride
Bet you never forget
Here we go
Chorus