Pete Rock And Cl Smooth - Tell Me Lyrics
Tell me how you feel (hey hey hey)Its time to get down and do this for real (repeat 4x)[cl smooth]There she lays, never the nonsense the mood to watch her focus on andSlide so she can ride the man whos born to be sextifiedStudy my flicks if only chicks knew the mix for better brandsWhen power lands the sister had other plansThe plot is set for her to wed giver her dads permissionTo marry the next boss in line in his positionOverprotective, the objective is never to leave herTaking street, who pack the heat, now meet the black caesarBought her diamonds and furs, silky jammies isnt hersBut deep down I think a simple man she prefersEvery kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let downStopping in tears she pulls over by the playgroundClearing her vision, spots a game through the schoolyard fenceSneakers squeeking, ball bouncing, looking so intenseAnd since her hobby was photography with nothing to doCool, she takes a flick or twoTell me how you feel (hey hey hey)Its time to get down and do this for real (repeat 4x)A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around the townHer mommy shopping, daddy dealing, leaving night all time aroundFor her to execute her a level to break the family tiesTo gamble her future on the love, murder, money, and liesWatch out, the womans about to love and claim her kingSo she drove up in the ghetto looking to do her thingChecking the brothers going crazy when the car skirts by the flowI keep it real and peep it all from my windowSo please, the ladys heading upstairs the first doorThe second deliver my clothes, the third, run my tub waterEvery way she represented made sense to meWhen black is out of state, building spots, making lucciThe wind blows the candles, now the moon shines on my chestBut nevertheless I gently rest my head on her breastBut danger lurks in the wings based on how the cards read emI think shed better tell emTell me how you feel (hey hey hey)Its time to get down and do this for real (repeat 4x)The blackest of the seeds to dawn stepping with two briefcasesSon you bless your people when you conquer like hannibalWhen I was about your age, I ran the numbers for moneyIm picturing him and john gotti hanging in the studyI grew to be large in crooklyn with your daddy back in the dayWe were ready to take harlem before he passed awayWomen and booze, the weapon I choose then was truly majorIm ringside with don king when ali fought frazierScars and metals, when the mob settles I was flexingMy daughter was born so I called the x for some directionYour fathers words are like the Bible to blackBut beware, he came barging in your room and you wasnt thereYou let your mind wander, taste and face the search partyLeft the grounds fully loaded with the tre poundThen come in deep on the creep to find you and meCause you cant stop destinyTell me how you feel (hey hey hey)Its time to get down and do this for real (repeat 4x)
