What's Your Fantasy

(альбом: Back For The First Time - 2000)

[Ludacris:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

[Shawna:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now..

[Ludacris:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Shawna:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Ludacris:]
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
While the Dirty Birds kick for tree
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me the lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man named Ludacris (woo) in a public bathroom
Or in back of a classroom
However you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
See I cast 'em and I passed 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and outlast 'em
And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
And they tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me

[Ludacris:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Shawna:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Ludacris:]
I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candles lit you give it up 'til they go out
Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert
'Cause you know it got sold out
A red carpet dick it just roll out
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Running the train when it's hot or when it's cold out
How 'bout in the library on top of books
But you can't be too loud
You wanna make a brother beg for it
Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
We can do it in the White House
Tryna make them turn the lights out
Champagne with my campaign let me do the damn thing
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name, a? The sauna, Jacuzzi
In the back row at the movie
You can scratch my back and rule me
You can push me and just pull me
On hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose petals on the silk sheets uh
Eating fresh fruits sweep your woman right off of her feet

[Ludacris:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Shawna:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Ludacris:]
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, rough sex make it hurt
In the garden all in the dirt
Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
On the top of my Escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes!
On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or one hundred spokes!
What about up in the candy store that chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream, "Help!" Play my game. Dracula man I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reins, school teacher let me get my brains

[Ludacris:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Shawna:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Ludacris:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Shawna:]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
Then I wanna, ah ah – you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy