Thug Love Lyrics - Big Pun

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Let me make love, love to you 

Let me thrill you with my song 

Let me replace the love and the faith... 

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(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 

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(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 

If 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... 

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(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 

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(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