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  • Текст песни Dru Hill - How Deep Is Your Love



    Yeah,whoa...

    Yo, yo, yo, yo...Yo
    Look around brother...ha...ha
    Def Jam...Def Squad
    Frank Rock in tha house

    Yo, yo, yo, yo...Yo
    Look around brother
    We keep it hot...Dru Hill
    Def Squad from the top one time

    Hey mami you know that I like it when you call me papi
    But it seems like that you be creeping
    That you've been seeing another chico
    And baby you know that he can't go down like me
    And you know the nigga can't freak like me
    So mami tell me one little thing
    How deep is your love for me

    Chorus:
    How deep is your love for me
    Tell me what it's gonna be
    Now do you see your self f*ckin
    With a nigga like me
    Only Lord knows what your friends won't know or see

    How deep is your love for me
    Tell me what it's gonna be
    Now do you see your self f*ckin
    With a nigga like me
    Only Lord knows what your friends won't know or see

    Will I keep you mami
    Puerto Rican I see the way you wiggle it
    The way you move your body
    He can't make it get wetter than me
    But I bet he keep telling you he better than me
    Ooh...you know that he can't go down like me
    And you know he ain't no freak like me
    So baby tell me one little thing
    How deep is you love for me

    Chorus

    girl: Ay Dios mio
    Te extrano mucho
    Ven aque mi papi morenito
    Y damelo duro
    Damelo papi chulo

    Redman:
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, buenos dias mama...creep with Doc the bullsh*t, when I
    talk my teeth should rot, I'm from the Brick so which means I'm born to dog,
    you heard this, wanna a shot at it, warn them all, I hit em off from the
    bathroom stall...tappin' draws and they get gas to pass, platinum cars,
    then I'm like yo...yo going buy my crew, bikes with double pipes and we
    quick to lose on the turnpike...I'm the one that turned you out, dug
    it out, it was the Hennessy that made us slug it out, what you like
    shit freaky, you down with it, your other man's a punk with a hand to
    punk tha grunge, ride out tough, even Honey Comb hide out, duck the hour...
    rush, better choose quick...chick I got tracks to dust, Dru Hill, Def
    Squad, if you askin' us

    Chorus (until end of song)