Nas - Troubeaux lyrics

[Produced By: Andrew "Pop" Wansel] [Verse 1: Jennifer Lopez] This love is so dangerous But I kind of like the thrill It's like a sugar rush It's all in the way you make me feel I didn't see you coming, but you broke me down “Cause you got some nerve about you Walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos One smile, oh [Verse 2: Jennifer Lopez] I gotta admit you're fly And I love it how you talk babe Getting all in my mind Running it like a field play I didn't see you coming, but you broke me down “Cause you got some nerve love Don't you walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos One smile, oh [Hook] This ain't no ordinary boy This ain't no ordinary boy See the funny thing about you You got me doin' things I wouldn't do You ain't no ordinary boy You gon' be troubeaux (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux [Verse 3: Jennifer Lopez] I, deep down I should be good I ain't blind, you're the kind of guy That always got all these girls running after you Do I entertain or play with you? Or just be cool? “Cause you got some nerve about you Walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos One smile, oh Don't sleep I think I'mma burn too fast So close Wrapped up in the heat of love I'm having fantasies Of how it's gonna be “Cause you got some nerve about you Walk up like I know you Both hands and your tattoos Still [Hook] This ain't no ordinary boy This ain't no ordinary boy See the funny thing about you You got me doin' things I wouldn't do You ain't no ordinary boy You gon' be troubeaux (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux [Verse 4: Nas] Yo, got Henny in the cup, Jenny knows whats up She with a real one not pretending to be tough Got three cases, might have a warrant I don't know about Beef I don't know about, weed I can't go without My money used to pile up every beginning of the month Unconditional love, in the beginning it was lust Hustler, shooter, was a dealer on the block Now my future's on top no longer dealing with the thots I don't go nowhere without the handle Like I heard Lil' Boosie was out in Louisiana Got friends in the fed, some dead over d** f**ing with me it's high-risk but she still in love (We in love baby) Benny Medina might wanna pay me to leave ya I'm bad for your image, the ghetto menacing diva ‘Cause some say Nas is trouble We all live, just ignore them nice guys is boring, I got you [Hook] This ain't no ordinary boy This ain't no ordinary boy See the funny thing about you You got me doin' things I wouldn't do You ain't no ordinary boy You gon' be troubeaux (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) You gon' be troubeaux