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Hey uh I like that beat that MC Lyte got
Johnny J flip that shit
Let's do that shit over
Let's do that shit like you
Know Death Row style, you feel me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood
Never be the same walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful
Man had to shatter fools
That's 'til I put my eyes on you god damn
Sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone
And get it on tell me lady how you like me
And if you want it harder baby
Come and bite me but do it lightly
Cause that excites me to lay the pipe
And if you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you
Scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug in me
So whatchu sayin' girl?
I like what I'm doing to you
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
It's just the thug in me
(Maybe it's the thug in you)
I like what you're doing to me
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
I like the thug in you
(Maybe it's the thug in you)
Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggas in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin' tongue kissin'
As I hit it from the
Back with the bed ringin'
Give me space, as I lick ya face
Stick the place synchronize so I grind when
They kick the bass
Love fuckin' in tha mo'nin'
I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on yo' own girl
Tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded, I'm cold do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin' in the chair
When ya lovin' me up against the wall
You can have it all just try
Bet my kiss, to get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real freaky baby
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
You like the thug in me
(Maybe it's the thug in you)
I like it rough, I like it tough
Real hard and smooth
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
I like the thug in you
(Maybe it's the thug in you)
Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned
I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble
In and out long stroke hold ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat
Did you like it? oooh I'm excited!
Cause it's a party in my bedroom
You're invited
C'mon now, let me see ya shake your rump
Tell me, how long will it take to cum
Havin' fun
Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah baby it's a price to pay
Only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuckin' cash came
I gotcha goin' wild, 'cause I'm lovin' you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin'
Thug in you
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
I like what I'm doing to you
(Maybe it's the thug in you)
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
It's just the thug in me
I like what you're doing to me
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
I like the thug in you
(Maybe it's the thug in you)
I like what I'm doing to you
It's just the thug in me
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
I like what you're doing to me
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
It's just the thug in you
I don't wanna talk
I don't want no explanations
(How could something so wrong feel so right)
I don't got no motherfuckin' explanations
Ya know what I'm sayin?
(How could something this good
Last all night) it's the thug in me
Don't be askin' why I'm pullin' your hair
(Extra tight)
And why I fuck so motherfuckin' thuggish
(Baby)
That thug passion, ya know what I mean?
(You like the thug in me) bitch, no mercy
What you scared of?
(I like what I'm doing to you)
Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be
(You like the thug in me)
Strokin', and all that bullshit
(I like what you're doing to me)
You came over here to get fucked
Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
(I like the thug in you)
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin' bout
"2Pac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit
Hahaha (I like what I'm doing to you)
Turn over! (What I'm doing to you baby
What I'm doing to you baby)
Maybe it's the thug in me
(I like what you're doing to me
What you do to me baby
What you do to me baby)
Couple of you hoes heard (I like it)
Couple of you bitches heard What's
Ya Phone # and thought y'all could fuck with
Me in the bedroom
(I like it, I like it, I like it
Do you like it)
This is just to tell you it ain't happening
It ain't going down
(Do you like my thug passion)
As long as they make ginseng and
Condoms bitch you out of luck
You're gonna get fucked
(Cause I like your thug passion, baby)
My motherfucking explanation (Oh yeah)
My motherfucking motto
(I like what you're doing to me)
Maybe it's the thug in me (Thug passion)
I'm out this bitch (I like it)
Hey Johnny J on the strength
For real on my momma
I think we rocked this one
Harder than MC Lyte
(Do you like it, do you like it
Do you like it) i think we rocked that one
Harder than Michael Jackson, man fuck that
We up out this bitch
You know how we do it on Death Row bIATCH!
WRITERS
Richard Cedric Hailey, Joel Lamonte Hailey, Tupac Shakur, Johney Jackson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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