Thug Love (There's Something About Remy-Based On A True Story 2006)

Текст песни Remy Ma and Big Pun - Thug Love (There's Something About Remy-Based On A True Story 2006)

[Intro]
Let me make love, love to you
Let me thrill you with my song
Let me replace the love and the faith

[Hook: Big Pun]
Could it be you're fallin' 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 fallin' in love
Right now, right now, right now?

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
Could it be, it can't be, hun I'm callin' ya bluff
I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't fallin' in love
All that I ever dreamed of was fuckin' a thug
So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs
Be up in the Benz, chillin', rollin' ya blunts
Have the Spanish mommies illin' cause I'm sittin' in front
And niggas on the block sick like "Whatchu doin' wit' that spic?"
Y'all don't know Puetro 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 frontin' 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
Hun, 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
Cuz you ma boo and I can never say I hate you
[Hook: Big Pun]
Could it be you're fallin' 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 fallin' in love
Right now, right now, right now?

[Verse 2: Big Pun and (Remy Ma)]
I swept you off ya feet, you was just walkin', crossin' the street
Said "Was you talkin' 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
Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin' 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 Bumpin' and Grindin'
Crushin her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming
Bustin' her hymen, the slightest touch when I bust had her cryin'
Her bus went by and she was already up in there rydin'
Cussin' and wildin', talkin' dirty in the back of the Porsche
Whose pussy is this?
(Come on daddy, it's yours)
[Hook: Big Pun]
Could it be you're fallin' 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 fallin' in love
Right now, right now, right now?