together Just me and you (ow babe) Just me and you Just us two Just me and you [1st Verse] Needless to say you know I really want you I feel like you
Übersetzung: Tony Toni Tone. Just Me And You.
J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and
dick, now We movin on up in da world like elevators Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two Me and you like Tony Toni Tone Like this Eastpointe and we
Ooh killa Ooh killa If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side But when you come just
, killa. Tony Tone: If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come just
I just touched down Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free don't
come shut Fire marshall ground 'em up I guess you should just shut the fuck up and stop fucking around and duck I aint playing this time, I told you I
it In about a year You look hella good on me Its our anniversary Tony Toni Tone (What else?) [Chorus] Ayye Ayye, Ayye Ayye We just got inside and now
baby Baby, just you and me, whoa Together baby, together baby Baby, just you and me, whoa Yeah, yeah, yo, yo son tap that girl, excuse me miss You gangster
me. I need some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank
out the clock while I'm killin' timin' Eight-mill just to resign me My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can't find me It's like, all
made it Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what y'all Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me
with bloodstain 2-5-to 'cuz the crew stuck in the game A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me The door was locked, top lock stuck, bad luck
you wear gold fronts, yeah You're fakin' the funk, kid And you'll be gettin' it up the ass if you ever did a fuckin' bid It's time to separate the real
hell am I doing ryt Verse 1: Ayo tones you tripping Whats going on homeboy you slipping Are you o.K men your acting diffrent And it looks like you lost
Let's do us and just think nothin of it Bring the oil just let me rub it Make a sex tape just let me dub it Yeah I like it but girl you love it
