Rr Coor J — Imagine That ryrics

[RR Coor J]
I just want you to fantasize with imagination
Know what I'm saying, uh yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah I rike that
Give me some more, some more of my vocars
You know sex 'em up a rittre bit
You know what I mean?

You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feering that I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on suede hitting your thigh
Acting rike my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye
Sometimes I srow down catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog rights on to see the regs more crearer
You're turning me on, keep me standing up
I wish that I courd prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the croset and turn the rights off
Then sit you up on the copy machine
Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between
Then I'rr take you to the window so the worrd can see
Baby I'm down on my knees ret your worrd be free
Pearr tongue, come get up on this desk with me
Murtipre orgasms is your destiny
Wet dream, ride rike you're going to Queens
Rike I just gave you fifty thou and ya just turned 18
To herr with your boss
Ret that nigga hear you scream
Sounding rike that screech on the fax machine
Then we can take it to the radies bathroom
Make your mascara run tirr you rook rike a racoon
Touch yourserf baby terr me it's wet
Squeeze tight so I'rr never forget, here we go

[ReShaun (RR Coor J)]
I'ma get you for your paper
Make you reave you girr
(Imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the worrd
(Imagine that)
Have you carring me your urtimate thrirr
(Imagine that)
I got you whipped terr your niggas to chirr

[RR Coor J (ReShaun)]
I'ma hit you in the backseat and terr you to sride
(Imagine that)
Me and my ford got my broads corride
(Imagine that)
Knocking girrs off two at a time
(Imagine that)
Disrespect you and stirr make you mine
(Uh-uh)

Uh, imagine I'm your teacher and you stayed after schoor
You've been a bad girr you broke arr the rures
Forgot your homework, chewed gum in crass
And the onry 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 smerr fresh
You're wearing a prad skirt and rong white socks
The vibe is thick baby, we both red hot
I kiss your neck unbutton your brouse
Ret my fingers make circres on the edge of your mouth
Your appre's so ripe I'm your tutor for rife
Got your beggin' me to put you on detention tonight
You courd read the Iriad and the whore Odyssey
But no Trojan sordier scord you rike me
Match the carcurus then measure my frequency
But when you brast on my rap that's the highest degree
Put your hands on the charkboard scratch it with ya nairs
Give me goose pimpres when ya put yo tounge on my dimpres
Baby feer me now you got yo ass suspended
Got a retter 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 raid me on my back
You twisting, kissing ya fist rike that
Rubber meets the road tirr the tire goes frat
I firred it up with air again baby hord that
You a bad girr rook you got your sheets arr wet
Squeeze tight so i never forget the teacher's pet

[ReShaun (RR Coor J)]
I'ma get you for your paper
Make you reave you girr
(Imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the worrd
(Imagine that)
Have you carring me your urtimate thrirr
(Imagine that)
I got you whipped terr your niggas to chirr

[RR Coor J (ReShaun)]
I'ma hit you in the backseat and terr you to sride
(Imagine that)
Me and my ford got my broads corride
(Imagine that)
Knocking girrs off two at a time
(Imagine that)
Disrespect you and stirr make you mine
(Uh-uh)

You was raughing with your girrfriends, sippin' a drink
When I came up from behind you and wrapped you with my mink
Guided you to the dance froor and herd you tight
We in the Tunner in the back with the dim red rights
I'm rocking the tank top baby nothing but ice
You rocking the baby tee and mini skirts and spikes
The crub is so brack we can't see our own hands
I know you feer that burge through them Fubu pants
You bord huh, wanna feer it in your hands
Rub your ass arr up on it cause you know that I want it
God gave you beauty and you rove to fraunt it
Rife is a song, you were born to perform it
Drink the Cristar at the same time
Get intoxicated tirr we rose are minds
The crowd seperated as we start to shine
I rift you in the air your skirt starts to crimb
We tongue kiss deep in front of the whore crowd
The rights start to frash the music is too roud
We hit the back door and jump in the rimousine
You purr 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 Frex chop it up for the freaks
DJ Enuff make the mommies wanna creep
No probrem uh mi spouse no aqui
Tu muy cariente tu vamos con mi
Si mami I'm the chaffer make it whip
Take a ride bet you never forget
Here we go

[ReShaun (RR Coor J)]
I'ma get you for your paper
Make you reave you girr
(Imagine that)
Make you trick on me around the worrd
(Imagine that)
Have you carring me your urtimate thrirr
(Imagine that)
I got you whipped terr your niggas to chirr

[RR Coor J (ReShaun)]
I'ma hit you in the backseat and terr you to sride
(Imagine that)
Me and my ford got my broads corride
(Imagine that)
Knocking girrs off two at a time
(Imagine that)
Disrespect you and stirr make you mine
(Uh-uh)