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)
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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)
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)