ya, little brother I thank God for you every day Little brother, I love ya, little brother And I pray He'll never take you away Brother, I love ya, little
with you I only feel completeness I can taste love on my lips It's so hard to conceal The weakness caused by your fingertips If I told you just How deep
really killing me You don't have to say a word I see the sorrow in your eyes And in my soul I feel your hurt I'm guessin' it's your pride that keeps your pain so deep
're gunna get it must be out ya fuckin' mind Now it was pure disrespect that you showed me Now suddenly a brother wanna know me Is it because I'm Ms. Dynamite
deep they go I gotta krazy krush on you but can't seem to let it show If you knew the heat I feel when our eyes meet So hot, so deep that it gets my
real love with someone else (Girl, you got to put him out) Change them locks and all that (Girl, you got to put him out) And this time don't take him back Your little
In my heart the sharpest pain, the darkest clouds up in my brain, anger So immense and rage so deep, each time he took one away from me It's only now
and I come to rock the show I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody loose control, let my vibe touch your soul Dynamite Dynamite I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-
side Stay together girl I never tasted such a sweet kissin' I never felt so much tenderness in And he got me weak he's gone five minutes and I miss him I'm feelin' deep
Every day I wake I feel like crying, Every second I feel like praying, Every where I turn my prople dying, Brothers and sisters now listen what I'm saying
[verse one (ms dynamite):] He doesn't want me around, He's got something to hide. I think he wants a clown, Someone to take for a ride. What I keep tellin
At first glance it's like cupid hit Mesmerised by her thighs and her hips So, she went ahead and find a man wit' some chips And left school when she cop
little deeper? Can you get a little deeper? Ooh, get a little deeper Get a little deeper Can you get a little deeper? Get a little deeper Get a little
'Cuz when a woman's fed up Well, well, well Must of thought that we'd always be together Most of thought I'd be here no matter the whether Must of thought
how my press could pick man's doe Get the keys to his ride and his home But I mix it up and that would make me a hoe Little sisters, now I really gotta
Life's full of pain, life's full of stress Specially when you're comin' from the streets Inhale my vibe, like ya smoking sess Let it flow from your head
the time I was hidin from me If you know what I mean If you too are searchin 2 b happy All you gotta do is dig a little deeper within you Have you
Übersetzung: Ms. Dynamite. A Little Deeper.
