[LL Cool J] Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. uh-huh Uhh.. uhh.. that joint is hot baby! [Verse One] Lights, camera, action - hold up You know my style, I been blowed up Paper was young, now it's growed up Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up Tell that a muh-hucca gets this up Shake that cookie like what like what Toss me a drop it's like lightning struck Look at that apple cobbler butt Whatchu wanna do, whatchu think? Want cut NBA Live in my truck Parkin lot like all jammed up If there's beef it's best you duck I'm gon' eat 'til I'm filled up [Chorus: Timbaland] Throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I see (can I see) that apple pie? I said throw it to me - that apple cobbler Baby it, can I get (hey) can I get it deep fried? [Verse Two] So much sugar it's makin my head rush Tell me what the recipe is for that stuff Break me off a piece of crust I'm so full I'm bout to bust Just one slice is not enough Dang that thang tight like handcuffs What I gotta say to you for you to give it up? What if I was payin you so you could live it up? Hoochie seats inside yo' truck Tiffany rocks and trillion cuts You be Starsky, I be Hutch Ride shotgun, I pop that clutch Juicy sweatpants drive me nuts Take my 2-way, stay in touch I'm gon' scoop you, heat you up Take you, bake you, eat you up [Chorus] [Verse Three] Turn that hair 'round, buck them hips Love when your hair get stuck to your lips Apple cobbler sweet and thick I'm gon' eat you 'til I'm sick Yo' dessert is worth a grip I admit you make me trip Make me wanna run to the mall like I'm a trick I can't believe you're makin a baller have a fit Trippin, switchin past my clique Lick that juicy, ask my clique Stretch them jeans girl make them fit Make me go outside and pit You know me, my cake is sick Me and Timbo makin hits Apple cobbler, thick and rich Just how hot can one girl get? [Chorus]