
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You & Me |
Hey baby, I know you hear me |
I wanna tell our story |
It’s painful but it has to be heard |
Everybody sit back cause Mama Mia’s gotta story to tell ya |
And it goes a little something like this… |
Now you and me didn’t have a thing in common |
Cause I was a quiet daddy’s girl, music thug with no problems or drama |
Ducking the laws and always facing some charge |
Hustling hard and trying to stay on your guard |
Oh Lord, how did we ever hook up |
I’d ask myself but nothing really mattered but the feelings we felt |
You hit below the belt when it came to ya niggas |
But at the same time you knew the difference between biT.C.hes and sisters |
I used to dig you way back, even though I played hard to get |
Frustrated but at the same time your loving it |
You never rushed it and put up with my teasing |
And smacks to ya hands every time they start to creeping |
Sneaking, out to see ya every chance I could |
I knew this had to be love, because it felt good |
Just to see ya do the simplest stuff like |
Walk, talk, smile, even boot up, I couldn’t get enough |
Of being together constantly baby |
The world revolved around you and me |
Oh, yes indeed, ooh, yeah yeah |
Reminiscing on my first steps to womanhood |
And how you kissed away my tears and fears |
Then laughed cause we could almost hear |
My heartbeat, legs shaking, heavy breathing |
Leading up to ecstasy cause I was getting used to you being |
Inside of me, moans drowning out the pains in the streets |
Whispering don’t leave me, ya calling ya baby |
Ya old lady, ya booT.C.hie boo |
Caressing and hugging and exchanging I love yous |
That’s why ya trusted me so much and opened up |
Even told me all the things that you had closed up |
Inside, took me for rides in Texas and Florida |
Trying to dodge the police and most of all the coroner |
My innocence was long gone |
If daddy only knew that I could breakdown and cut dope on my own |
He’d flip and trip out cause I counted cheese faster than a bank teller |
And didn’t play him short, not ever, you and me |
The world was ours, ooh |
The motherfucking world was ours |
Three years went by, and it was all about you and I |
I heard the rumors about the others but they couldn’t come close to the |
Love we had and even made you a dad, a shining star |
Proud, sticking out ya chest passing out cigars |
Rolling hard, cash out the ass |
But we have a baby now time to think about some staying plans |
So-called friends are getting jealous cause we coming up |
The grapevine said they talking bout running up |
And I’m scared, I don’t wanna see you dead |
I’d rather give all this up, just to have you with us |
But my pleas and cries couldn’t slow ya down |
I still see ya bloody body on the ground |
I ain’t the same, can’t sleep wondering how it’d be |
If we would’ve moved on and left this shit alone |
You and me a true ghetto love story |
That ended so sad and left my child without a dad |
This is for all the women out there |
Who think that being a hustler’s lady |
Is nothing but champagne, material things, and money |
Then again much love to the dead and all the ones they left behind |
I bear witness to that |