Текст песни Ja Rule f The Murderers, Christina Milia - Bewteen Me and You (Remix)
Ja Rule f The Murderers, Christina Milia - Bewteen Me and You (Remix) слова песни
[Vita]Come on murdaCome onCome onOooh[Vita]You wanna wine me, dine me, slide behind meScratch my back, grab my neck and call me mamiNow you slept with her, through the dos and don`ts booCrept with her for your needs and wantsSo the kinky little things that you do, RuleFinally caught back up to you, trueIf you knew what I knew, oohYou better watch who you screw baby[Tah Murdah]First things firstMa, let`s keep it on the low and out the hoodCuz if our buisiness is everybody`s, that ain`t goodI got a spot where we could lay M-I-ABy the water, a beach house in Mi-a-miYea, even the hunnies play they know how the game goI don`t tell, and you won`t tell, and nobody`ll knowHunnies holla, and at the end of the nightI give em a first class ticket to paradiseI twist backwards, Ma u wanna fly?Believe it`s that good and mami I ain`t gon` lieIf you give it to Tah, shhhh nobody`ll knowKeep it low, the only way to keep itMurdah be creepin fa shoSoon as he hit the tunnel I through in the HummerWith the E flights of the O and the fire droEven though (We Murderers Baby) it`s all gravyAs long as it don`t get back to my ladyMurdah mack and I`m crazy[Chorus: Christina Milian]Now every little thing that we do (that we do)Should be between me and you (me and you)The freaky things that we do (that we do)Let`s keep between me and you (me and you)Cause every little thing that we do (that we do)Should be between me and you (me and you)The freaky things that we do (that we do)Let`s keep between me and you, ba-byyy[Black Child]It`s deep, when you murda mamis from the streetWhen it`s beef, she know how to raise the heat And when we creep, we might never get caughtCuz she know I`ll put her man on life supportPicture me and my mami in court, never GodI got a street freak, all night we foughtThen we crush, when we finish fightin it`s so excitingHad her doin the dyke thing with my dove from Dikeman Aiight then, gettin hot when the is dog bitinIt`s tight then, better feelin then I get from writinI like when, you and me about to get it onAnd that dance that you do when I throw on the Thong Song[Chorus][Ja Rule]Holla, if you hear a nigga hollerin at chaJust between me and you, I`m really diggin youAnd this is what you should do, let`s do some creepinLove your man all week, and see me on weekendsI`m your part time freak-er All Rimmied up, on extasy and wifey freeSex with me could get a little crazy at timesOnce I start and I sweat, it`s the heart of the grindI`m lookin down at my watch, it`s about that timeYour man calls, and you start to lieAnd it seems like everytime I`m in bed with you, babyHomey be checkin up on you, babyThat nigga must be, crazy, broke, and lazyNo wonder you fuckin meBaby, it`s just me and you and nobody got a clueAbout that freaky little thing that we do[Chorus]