Thug Love

Lyrics

[Intro] Let me make love, love to you Let me thrill you with my song Let me replace the love and the faith [Chorus: Big Pun] Could it be you're falling in love With a thug right now? Could it be you're fallin' in love With a thug's lifestyle? Could it be you're falling in love Right now, right now, right now? [Verse 1: Remy Ma] Could it be, it can't be, Pun, I'm calling ya bluff I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't fallin' in love All that I ever dreamed of was fucking a thug So, I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs Be up in the Benz, chilling, rolling ya blunts Have the Spanish mommies illing 'cause I'm sitting in front And niggas on the block sick like, "What you doing with that spic?" Y'all don't know Puerto Ricans and blacks make the cutest kids? Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips If it's a boy, hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick Shit, to tell the truth, with you I know I'm safe 'Cause if another nigga fronting he'll get blown in his face And I like that You give me love and I give it right back But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back Pun, you got dough, but you know I got a nice stack So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back I just throw on some lipstick and The Stylistics "Break Up to Make Up" And you know I hook a steak up Take you breakfast in bed, nigga, soon as you wake up Get my jewels back and take another trip to see Jacob Lovin' the way I do this for you And every kiss that I blew, Papi Chu, was a kiss for you Stayed true, faithful, and you can never say I played you 'Cause you my boo and I can never say I hate you [Chorus: Big Pun] Could it be you're falling in love With a thug right now? Could it be you're falling in love With a thug's lifestyle? Could it be you're falling in love Right now, right now, right now? [Verse 2: Big Pun] I swept you off ya feet, you was just walking, crossing the street Said, "Was you talking to me or was it my boys in my jeep?" She said "Either or", said she loved the way I play ball Go after the bigger niggas even though they was twice as tall Shooting dice in the hall inside of my doorway checking my drawers Up North style right next to ma balls Just the little things would impress her a lot Like when I let her sit in my Lex' tryna guess where where the stash is God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix She thought morena was an Indian Twist She had the cinnamon lips, match of rimmy and crisp Thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me But like Donell, shorty had eyes for me It's a quarter past one, but that's another song, what was wrong? Why you took so long to put a brotha on? It wasn't long before we start Bumping and Grinding Crushing her spine and had her sounding like Busta was rhyming Busting her hymen, the slightest touch when I bust had her crying Her bus went by and she was already up in there ryding Cussing and wilding, talkin' dirty in the back of the Porsche Whose pussy is this? Come on daddy, it's yours Come on [Chorus: Big Pun] Could it be you're falling in love With a thug right now? Could it be you're falling in love With a thug's lifestyle? Could it be you're falling in love Right now, right now, right now?