LL
I see you J
The American Dream
Radio Killer
I don't think they can handle this one (Alright)
Call the radio its your song
Its your song x3

Hook：
Cause I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby (yeah)

Verse 1：
Met this little girl she was off the hook
I got cold chills when her body shook
Hot sex on a platter no need to cook
I let her steal my heart like a horny crook
Had her grindin' and windin' against my leg
She fuckin' with my head want a nigga to beg
Sexy pumps on toe nails red
Your bodies a gun, baby pump me full of lead
Its hard to hold ya when your movin'
Vulgar peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta
My pulp ain't fiction it's an addiction
To see your booty clap on the floor on the kitchen
Nasty girl taught me all the the lingo
While mama playin bingo she ride Mandingo

She don't give a damn if I'm married or single
She makes me tingle.
Shawty I'm your

Hook：
Cause I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby (yeah)

Verse 2：
She likes hip-hop and R&B
Her lifetime goal is to be on TV
She lookin' for a man that could give her break
Like Usher or justin Timberlake
I'm really not sure if her breasts are fake
Cause with whip cream on 'em they taste just like cake
We drank some beers inside her daddy's 64
She shot me in the back with cupid arrow
We finished the 6-pack she pushed the seat back
She pulled up her dress and so she let me peep
That I'm drunk as a skunk feelin' all dirty
Truck stop bathroom it's 7：30.
Order some desert don't give a damn if its early
Head spinnin around like a roller derby
Every thing about her says you don't deserve me
I hope I'm worthy
Cause shawty I'm your

Hook：
Cause I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1
your baby (yeah)

Bridge：
I'm your Dream
Cause I'm like me (Yeah)
Cause He ain't nothing like me (No)
You can search but your never gonna find (no)
Love quite like mine (no)
Need a man that can love u good (oohh)
Treat you like he should (oohh)
With me shawty you the Shit

He might good but he ain't like this

Verse 3：
In the back of pick up clothing ripped up
She sees my chrome wheels shit get's more real
Runnin' and laughin' music blastin'
Side of the road bent over crashin'
Mouth all dry I've been puffin erb
If you see my mama don't say a word
The cops wanna know why words are slurd
Don't ask me officer ask her
Wanna anotha' drink baby she like sher
Wanna hit the club she like I don't care
She all in the rearview doin her hair
Hairspray and lip gloss everywhere
This if all happen on a average day
Your life is the shit girl I'm here to stay
Never had a girl make me feel this way
Even though I had to pay
Shawty I'm your

Hook：
Cause I'm your baby x1
your baby x3 (Everybody put their hands in the air)
I'm your baby x1
your baby x3 (This is an LL Cool J affair)
I'm your baby x1 (The American Dream)
your baby x3
I'm your baby x1 (All my fly people put you hands in the air)
your baby (yeah)