| [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.. | |
| [Chorus: Ludacris, then Shawna *2X*] | |
| I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes | |
| And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' | |
| Then I wanna, ahh ahh - 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 t'ree | |
| 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 a lap dance | |
| The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands | |
| That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom | |
| Or in back of a classroom | |
| How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon | |
| See I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em | |
| I flash 'em and out last 'em | |
| And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em | |
| I'll let 'em free | |
| And the tell me what they fantasy | |
| Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Ludacris] | |
| I wanna get you in the bath tub | |
| With the candle lit you give it up till they go out | |
| Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert | |
| Cause you know I got sold out | |
| Or red carpet dick could just roll out | |
| Go 'head and scream you can't hold out | |
| We can do it in the pouring rain | |
| Runnin the train when it's hot or 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 | |
| Champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing | |
| What's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi | |
| In the back row at the movie | |
| You can stratch my back and rule me | |
| You can push me or just pull me | |
| On hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh | |
| Eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [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, ruff sex make it hurt | |
| In the garden all in the dirt | |
| Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way 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 on hundred spokes! | |
| What about up in the candy sto' 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 reigns, school teacher let me get my grades |