Tell Me Why 歌词
| 歌曲 | Tell Me Why |
| 歌手 | 8Ball & MJG |
| 专辑 | Hustle & Flow |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah.. | |
| What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin? | |
| Why you walkin out, where you think you goin? | |
| You actin like you didn't, you knew what I was doin | |
| 3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin | |
| Straight to my spot, a loft in the city | |
| Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties | |
| You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin | |
| You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin | |
| The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me | |
| I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy | |
| Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, Superbowl | |
| A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes | |
| Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is | |
| Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is | |
| F'real, you know when I realized that I was wrong | |
| When I wrote the words to this song | |
| [Chorus: unnamed singer] | |
| Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby | |
| Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby | |
| Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let you down | |
| I won't make the same mistakes again | |
| [MJG] | |
| Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women | |
| And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin | |
| I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin | |
| With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin | |
| I get a lot of phone numbers but don't really call 'em | |
| Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out here ballin | |
| I know you picture me, laid up with these other women | |
| Most of the time I'm not, occasionally I get 'em | |
| Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart | |
| Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot | |
| But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it | |
| Mental, emotional, couldn't put nothin above it | |
| But every unturned stone you had to touch it | |
| Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you disgusted | |
| But before I leave, look me in my eye | |
| Don't cry, never lie.. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [8 Ball] | |
| You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac | |
| You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back | |
| There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who done said | |
| that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends | |
| Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho' | |
| Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes | |
| Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through | |
| This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you | |
| [MJG] | |
| I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio | |
| Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go | |
| We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key | |
| No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee | |
| Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy | |
| Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be | |
| meant to be chemistry between us and even though | |
| you saw the bitches in my Beamer.. | |
| [Chorus - to fade] | |
| Yeah. . | |
| What' chu talkin ' bout, what' chu think you doin? | |
| Why you walkin out, where you think you goin? | |
| You actin like you didn' t, you knew what I was doin | |
| 3 o' clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin | |
| Straight to my spot, a loft in the city | |
| Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties | |
| You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin | |
| You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin | |
| The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me | |
| I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy | |
| Out of town, fuckin ' round, all-star, Superbowl | |
| A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes | |
| Panties on the back seat, I don' t know whose shit that is | |
| Condoms and phone numbers, I don' t know whose shit that is | |
| F' real, you know when I realized that I was wrong | |
| When I wrote the words to this song | |
| Chorus: unnamed singer | |
| Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby | |
| Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby | |
| Baby, woo - it' s the very last time that I' ll let you down | |
| I won' t make the same mistakes again | |
| MJG | |
| Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women | |
| And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin | |
| I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin | |
| With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin | |
| I get a lot of phone numbers but don' t really call ' em | |
| Unless I hit ' em just to let ' em know I' m out here ballin | |
| I know you picture me, laid up with these other women | |
| Most of the time I' m not, occasionally I get ' em | |
| Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal Mart | |
| Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot | |
| But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it | |
| Mental, emotional, couldn' t put nothin above it | |
| But every unturned stone you had to touch it | |
| Rolled ' em over, look what you found, now you disgusted | |
| But before I leave, look me in my eye | |
| Don' t cry, never lie. . | |
| Chorus | |
| [8 Ball] | |
| You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac | |
| You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back | |
| There you go, talkin ' bout, what you know, who done said | |
| that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends | |
| Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho' | |
| Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes | |
| Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through | |
| This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you | |
| MJG | |
| I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio | |
| Baby hit your girls, go tell ' em c' mon get ready to go | |
| We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key | |
| No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee | |
| Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy | |
| Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be | |
| meant to be chemistry between us and even though | |
| you saw the bitches in my Beamer. . | |
| Chorus - to fade | |
| Yeah. . | |
| What' chu talkin ' bout, what' chu think you doin? | |
| Why you walkin out, where you think you goin? | |
| You actin like you didn' t, you knew what I was doin | |
| 3 o' clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin | |
| Straight to my spot, a loft in the city | |
| Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties | |
| You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin | |
| You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin | |
| The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me | |
| I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy | |
| Out of town, fuckin ' round, all-star, Superbowl | |
| A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes | |
| Panties on the back seat, I don' t know whose shit that is | |
| Condoms and phone numbers, I don' t know whose shit that is | |
| F' real, you know when I realized that I was wrong | |
| When I wrote the words to this song | |
| Chorus: unnamed singer | |
| Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby | |
| Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby | |
| Baby, woo - it' s the very last time that I' ll let you down | |
| I won' t make the same mistakes again | |
| MJG | |
| Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women | |
| And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin | |
| I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin | |
| With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin | |
| I get a lot of phone numbers but don' t really call ' em | |
| Unless I hit ' em just to let ' em know I' m out here ballin | |
| I know you picture me, laid up with these other women | |
| Most of the time I' m not, occasionally I get ' em | |
| Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal Mart | |
| Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot | |
| But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it | |
| Mental, emotional, couldn' t put nothin above it | |
| But every unturned stone you had to touch it | |
| Rolled ' em over, look what you found, now you disgusted | |
| But before I leave, look me in my eye | |
| Don' t cry, never lie. . | |
| Chorus | |
| [8 Ball] | |
| You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac | |
| You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back | |
| There you go, talkin ' bout, what you know, who done said | |
| that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends | |
| Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho' | |
| Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes | |
| Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through | |
| This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you | |
| MJG | |
| I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio | |
| Baby hit your girls, go tell ' em c' mon get ready to go | |
| We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key | |
| No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee | |
| Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy | |
| Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be | |
| meant to be chemistry between us and even though | |
| you saw the bitches in my Beamer. . | |
| Chorus - to fade | |
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