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(feat. Big Pun) [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 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 cuz I ain't fallin in love All that I eva dreamed off 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 cuz I'm sittin in front And niggas 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 Letras de cancionesIf it's a boy I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick Shit to tell the truth with you I know I'm safe And another nigga 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, nigga soon as you wake up Get my jewls 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... [CHORUS:] [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 [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 niggas 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 alot Like when I let her sit in the lex tryna guess where its at God blessed her with ass, 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 passed 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 sex 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 pussy is this? [Remy] Come on daddy its yours... [echoing] its your, its your [CHORUS:] [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 From Letras Mania