Texty:
Low Deep Tell Me

me. Tell me tell me tell me tell me what we're gunna do Tell me tell me tell me tell me what we're gunna do \\Tell me tell me tell me tell me what we

you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son

in the mornin' I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it Tell me

I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride

born to play Who me at Micky Dee's? It wouldn't work, no way I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer Custody

And you realise... It wasn't hard... to get the party started The house party started about eleven or so got a call dfrom Krido to tell me that Dubwo

and blind got caught up or left behind I guess bacardi lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine Next in line, slow G-ing, low key-ing Me and the

's simple and it's plain Why should I complain. But tell me does she kiss Like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same When she calls your name? Somewhere deep

deep Baby, don?t just sleep ?coz we got it goin? on ?Coz in the New Jack City, you gotta get paid in the shade Shackin? up, don?t want a down low, you