Dream With Me Lyrics - Authentic Hip-hop - Ll Cool J

[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 nigga 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 fucked 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, fuck 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 shit's tight, gear, sit right 

Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right 

Lights are flashing, living life with passion 

And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting 

You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin 

And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck 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 shit is all black 

Now you fucking 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 nigga, gun in the palm, nigga 

Pop off, whenever it's on, nigga 

Not tonight, I wanna hear my song 

And let Flex drops bombs when the shit come on, let's get it 

[Chorus] 

OK, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J shit 

Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit 

Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever 

Showing her what hip hop is 

Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz 

And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex 

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