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How Deep is Your Love Lyric | | | | |
[Sisqo] Yeah, whoa...
[Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo
Look around brother, ha, ha Def Jam, Def Squad Frank Rock Yo,
yo, yo, yo Look around brother We keep it hot, Dru Hill Def Squad
from the top one time
Hey mami don't you know that I like it when you
call me papi But it seems like lately baby 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 Do you see yourself Fucking with a nigga
like me On the low though so your friends won't know, see now How deep
is your love for me Tell me what it's gonna be Do you see yourself
Fucking with a nigga like me On the low though so your friends won't
know, see now
Ven aqui little mami Puerto Rican I see way you wiggle
it The way you move your body He can't make it get wetter than me
But I bet you he keep telling you he better than me Ooh you know that he
can't go down like me And you know that he ain't no freak like me So
baby tell me one little thing How deep is you love for me
[Repeat
Chorus]
[Girl] Ay Nokio venga aqui Ay Dios mio, Ay
venga aqui Papi morenito, damelo duro Damelo papi chulo
[Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, buenos dias mama, creep with doctor
bullshit, when I talk my teeth should rot, I'm from the Ritz which means I'm
born to dog, you heard this, wanna a shot at it, warn them all, I hit all
off from the bathroom stall, tappin' draws and they get gas to pass,
platinum cars, Then I'm like yo, yo going to 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 thug 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
[Repeat Chorus until fade]
[Repeat Chorus until fade]
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