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[Intro: Trick Daddy]
Could it be, you and me
Could it be (heh heh)
Could it be that I`m lost gettin` soft or just fallin` in love
(fallin` in love, heh heh)
Could it be, you and me
(for the thugs album, nigga)
[Trick Daddy]
Dirty sheets got me sneakin, peepin, creepin
Trynta duck my homeboy, tellin lies to the guys
like Nigga I`m goin home boy
Hittin back streets, wanna see my boo
I got - gift or two for you
And then something for your mama too
Thinkin bout cha all day, in a thug way
Wanna hold you in my arms til tomorrow, and I can`t wait
Tongue tied, bitch ain`t lie
Showin love to the lil guy
And you know, I`m showin love to the lil guy
Suckin fuckin touchin one another, on top of the covers
Let`s get some air off in this motherfucker *breathing*
And she be, callin my name I`m telling her thangs
I can`t explain, so forever we should always be together shit
Sweet love, slow tongue kisses and hugs
I`m on a mission, wishin kissin that belly button
She hum a song, as the come along
And it won`t be long, `fore she reach that zone
Move along, (however long)
To each his own, prescious stones, when you reach that zone
Keep a peaceful home, and leave them crooked bitch alone
Make your kids and your wife your whole life
It`ll be hard at first but hold tight, when in love
[Chorus: Trick Daddy & (Twista)] 4x
Could it be that I`m lost gettin` soft
Or just fallin` in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
[Trick Daddy]
Could it be - I`m lost in myself
Caught up in myself, trynta keep it real
but all the wil`in is costin myself
Could it be I`m scared to love
Y`all want a turn to get so scandalous
And this thug nigga just can`t handle this
[Twista]
But then I - never met a girl that could roll a Philly like you
Use a skillet like you, when I kick my flow who feel it like you
You was lookin all sexy when you got out yo` ride
Checkin out yo` thigh, the dreams of a fine girl I see out my eyes
She about your size little mama
Don`t really seem like the type that`ll bring a motherfucker drama
Some nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it`s me she seem to honor
These other hoes done been short lately, me and her been hangin
Smokin, drankin, keep her shit tight swangin
All in a midnight bangin
Never trippin but I`m tippin or just kickin it wit my dogs, we ball
But them niggas tellin me my nose been open ever since I hit them drawers
I tell em I`m still a pimp I don`t really want cha but I just pretend
Cuz I`m down to kick it wit you the same way that I be trippin out wit them
Trick Daddy won`t ride on me, he told me Twista...
Go head and kick it however you want just handle your business mister
So I sit back and say Fuck it pick up the phone and call my bitch up
Steady thinkin: is it all in the bud or I am fallin in love?
Fallin in love. . .
Fallin in love. . .
Fallin in love. . .
Fallin in love. . .
Fallin in love. . .
Fallin in love. . .
Fallin in love. . .
Fallin in love. . .
[Chorus: Trick Daddy & (Twista)] 4x
Could it be that I`m lost gettin` soft
Or just fallin` in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
