Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, Yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now I wanna, 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, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy I wanna, 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, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy 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 a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man ain't Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom Or in back of the 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's they fantasy Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me I wanna, 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, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy I wanna, 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, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy I wanna get you in the bath tub With the candles lit you give it up till they go out Or we can do it on stage of the Lud