(feat. Big Pun)
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[Intro]
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Let me make love, love to you
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Let me thrill you with my song
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Let me replace the love and the faith...
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[CHORUS:]
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[Big Pun]
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Could it be your fallin in love
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With a thug right now,
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Could it be your fallin in love
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With a thug's life style
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Could it be your fallin in love
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Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
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[Remy]
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Could it be, it can't be Pun I'm callin ya bluff
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I must be high off this weed cuz I ain't fallin in love
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All that I eva dreamed of was fuckin a thug
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So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs
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Be up in the benz chillin rollin ya blunts
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Have the Spanish mommies illin cuz I'm sittin in front
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And niggas on the block sick like what chu doin wit that spic
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Ya'll don't know? Puerto Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids
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Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips
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If it's a boy I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick
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Shit to tell the truth with you I know I'm safe
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And another nigga frontin and get blown in his face
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And I like that
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You give me love and I give it right back
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But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon fight back
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Pun you got dough, and you know I got a nice stack
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So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back
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I just throw on some lipstick and the Stylistics "Break-up to Make-up"
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And you know I hook a steak up
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Take you breakfast in bed, nigga soon as you wake up
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Get my jewls back and take another trip to see Jacob
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Lovin the way I do this for you
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And every kiss that I blew Poppy Chew was a kiss for you
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Stayed true, Faithful, you can never say I played you,
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cuz you ma boo and I can never say I hate you...
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[CHORUS:]
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[Big Pun]
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Could it be your fallin in love
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With a thug right now,
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Could it be your fallin in love
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With a thug's life style
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Could it be your fallin in love
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Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
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[Big Pun]
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I swept you off ya feet, you was just walkin crossin the street
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And you was talkin to me or was it my boys in the jeep
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Either or she said she loved the way I play ball
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Go after the bigger niggas even though there was nice and tall
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Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin' my drawers
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Up North style right next to ma boys, just the little things would impress her alot
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Like when I let her sit in the lex tryna guess where its at
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God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix, she was morena
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With an Indian twist
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She had the cinnamon lips the edge was rimmy and crisp
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I thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips
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I never had a clue that she wanna ride with me, But I'm like Darnell shorty had eyes for me
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Its a quarter passed one but thats another song, what was wrong?
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What took so long to put a brotha on, It was't long before we start bumpin'and Grindin'
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Crushin her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming
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Bustin' her hymen the sight of sex she start bustin out cryin'
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Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin'
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Cussin' and wildin' talkin' dirty in the back of the porch
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Whose pussy is this?
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[Remy] Come on daddy its yours... [echoing] its your, its your
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[CHORUS:]
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[Big Pun]
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Could it be your fallin in love
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With a thug right now,
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Could it be your fallin in love
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With a thug's life style
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Could it be your fallin in love
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Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
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Thug Love
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| Remy Ma |
