Ll Cool J - Dream With Me lyrics

[Chorus] We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub We can chill up in the VIP You can show a n***a love, you can give me back rubs Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) One-two, and pump it up They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous But I'm so f**ed up that I forgot what your name is We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttle Live our lives for the moment, baby, f** tomorrow Kool-Aid smile on your face, popping a bottle Like you had an orgasm and you hit the lotto Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I So, damn fly, can't deny My sh**'s tight, gear, sit right Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right Lights are flashing, living life with pa**ion And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting You k**ing me slowly, baby, you're like an a**a**in And you know that I'm married, so why the f** you keep asking [Chorus] Now you can get with this or you can get with that You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the back I call it Big Meats cause the sh** is all black Now you f**ing with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby I'm a hustler's dream, you suppose to pay me I was dope in the airiness, now I stick crack I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen Don't you wanna party with me? Where the kush is blowing and the E is free And the world is yours, it say it right on the blimp And that yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey Punks n***a, gun in the palm, n***a Pop off, whenever it's on, n***a Not tonight, I wanna hear my song And let Flex drops bombs when the sh** come on, let's get it [Chorus] OK, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J sh** Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit Two-seater, little reefer, pa** the old fever Showing her what hip hop is Todd Smith, G. Rap, n***a, Kane and Biz And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy s** This early, imagine when it get to Flex Toxic heavy, all black Chevy Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy's I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit more More goons, more chicks, when it's time to score I'm straight out the door, boned from a raw Swimming pool bottom of it, big as Shakur V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean [Chorus] One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) One-two, and pump it up