The Alchemist - 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 [Hook] [Big Pun] Could it be your fallin in love With a thug right now Could it be your fallin in love With a thug's life style Could it be your fallin in love Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow [Remy] 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 eva dreamed off was f**in a thug So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little d** Be up in the benz chillin rollin ya blunts Have the Spanish mommies illin cause I'm sittin in front And n***as on the block sick like what chu doin wit that spic Ya'll know Puetro Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips If it's a boy I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick sh** to tell the truth with you I know I'm safe And another n***a frontin and 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, and 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, n***a soon as you wake up Get my j**ls back and take another trip to see Jacob Lovin the way I do this for you And every kiss that I blew Poppy Chew was a kiss for you Stayed true, Faithful, you can never say I played you Cuz you ma boo and I can never say I hate you [Hook] [Big Pun] I swept you offa ya feet, you was just walkin crossin the street And you was talkin to me or was it my boys in the jeep Either or she said she loved the way I play ball Go after the bigger n***as even though there was nice and tall Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin'my drawers Up North style right next to ma boys, just the little things would impress her a lot Like when I let her sit in the lex tryna guess where its at God blessed her with a**, she had the perfect mix She thought marnia was an Indian twist She had the cinnamon lips the edge was rimmy and crisp I thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me But I'm like Darnell shorty had eyes for me Its a quarter pa**ed one but thats another song, what was wrong? What took so long to put a brotha on It was't long before we start bumpin'and Grindin' Crushin her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming Bustin' her hymen the sight of s** she start bustin out cryin' Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin' Cussin' and wildin' in the back on the porch Whose p**y is this? [Remy] Come on daddy its yours [Hook]