LL Cool J is HARD! We can chill up in the club, we can pop a lil' wub, 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 Yeah baby come and party with me 1, 2 I pump it up, 1, 2 They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas I know what you're up to, your skirt's outrageous But I'm so *** up that I forgot what your name is We can jump in my drop head and pop the throttle Liberalize for the moment baby, *** tomorrow Cooling smile on your face, popping a bottle Like you had an orgasm then you hit the lotto Throw your hands in the sky, why am I so damn fly Can't deny my ***'s tight, yeah, sit right here Big eyes, yeah, that's right Lights are flashing, living life with passion And if this was a movie you would be perfect You're killing me slowly baby, you're like an assassin And you know that I'm married so why the *** you keep asking We can chill up in the club, we can pop a lil' wub 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 Now you can get with this, or you can get with that You wanna pop Chris then you need to get with crack The whips are 26 and the motors in the back I call it Big Meats cause this *** is all black Now you're ***ing with Kafka baby I'm the poster baby, I'm a hustler's dream You're supposed to pay me, I was dope in the 80's Now I stick crack, I stay fly, you seen the G4 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 said right on the plinth And that yacht so big we gotta call it a ship Boss nigga, gun in the palm nigga Pop off whenever it's on nigga Now tonight I wanna hear my song And let Flex drop bombs when this *** come on Let's get it We can chill up in the club, we can pop a lil' wub 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 Yeah baby, come and party with me Yeah baby, come and party with me Yeah baby, come and party with me Yeah baby, come and party with me Yeah baby, come and party with me I'm K-Dutch lit, cheek on this Cool J *** Levi's, black chukkas, hope the deuce deuce fit Two seater, lil' reefer, past the old feeble Showin' up with hip-hop biz Todd Smith, G-Rap, nigga Kane and Biz And if I talk L-O-X, I'm getting heavy *** This early, imagine when it get to Flex Project Heavy, all black Chevy She got him wet like somebody hit the levees I got a lil' Porsche, but the truck fit more More goons, more chicks when it's time to score I'm straight out the door, bowl full of raw Swimmin' pool, bottom of it big as Shakur VIP cool, but the God at the bar Partyin', no shirt, tats over the scar Ice in the Chapar, me and Ma, I'm in We can chill up in the club, we can pop a lil' wub 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 Yeah, baby, come and party with me Yeah, baby, come and party with me Yeah, baby, come and party with me Yeah, baby, come and party with me One, two, I pump it up One, two, one, two I pump it up One, two, one, two I pump it up One, two, one, two Pump it up The Harvest is platinum, baby LL Cool J Remember, ain't nobody born hustlin' But if you got what the people want You got the best, you can get some money It's checks, not checkers, baby Big up, B. Daughtry Sean, Star, Big Chuck Platinum Harvest, nigga, let's get this money Oh! Oh!