| Lyrics: | Chorus: Amil
Hello, hello (yo, yo) {*repeat 6X*}
Call me on the
telephone..
[LL Cool J]
Whether, 2-1-2, or 7-1-8
Or 9-1-4, I love it
hardcore
When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imaginary worlds we could both
explore
(Hello) Baby what you wearin right now?
(Hot pants) My girl ain't around, let's get
down
And I hope the phone's tapped, let's pretend you on my lap
(I'm bouncin up and down
with my shoulders back)
(Nigga you like that?) You see I'm runnin up my bill
Momma might
hear me, but you just too ill
I got your flicks lined up, stereo low
Cherry flavored grease
beneath my elbow
If I was there what would you do? (I'd lay you on your back)
(Ride or die
daddy, and I love it like that)
Chorus
[LL Cool J]
You the freak of my dreams,
the reason that I keep on baggy jeans
(Oooh, I love me a nigga from killer Queens)
(I'ma rub
up on your muscles, ride 'til I'm sweatin it)
(I bet you I can make you cum first) Throw the
bets in
I'm a nasty nigga, made to order
Kiss below the border with a warm glass of
water
Is you wit me? (Yeah) Tell me how it taste
I promise I'll keep the telephone right in
my face
How it feel? (Feels good) Where you at? (In the hood)
(Talkin on the phone like a
good girl should)
(To my nig', baby I'ma reach my peak)
Strawberry shortcake, good enough to
eat
(And I taste mad sweet) We big freaks
Blastin off on the phone seven days a
week
Chorus
[LL Cool J]
I throw sugar in the water so the ice tastes
sweet
to make sure your ex-man can't compete
Shower curtain on the bed, warm baby
oil
G-string sittin like a snake in a coil
(Hold on, I think somebody on the oth |
