JA RULE - Thug Lovin'

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    JA RULE LYRICS
    
    "Thug Lovin'"(feat. Bobby Brown)
    What up, Gotti, yeah
    This is how it’s goin’ down
    (All we need is a a stage, God
    Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, come on, ha-ha-ha)
    It’s on and poppin’, baby (It’s on and poppin’)
    The Last Temptation, ha-ha
    He’s back
    Y’all know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout
    To the world over, B. Brown
    Come on, come on
    
    I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    
    I know you’re livin’ your life faithfully, safely,
    away from me
    But you miss bein’ next to me, don’t you
    Don’t let her love haunt you, lust for what you wanted
    Go for your guns and back out on anyone who tries to
    interfere or intervene on me
    Peelin’ your wide body out of them tight jeans
    Wrist on freeze, see it’s on me
    Shoes 19, comin’ through in that new Bentley thing
    Talk of the town, tease of the city...
    You and I make headlines like Lo and Diddy and Bob and
    Whitney
    It appears the Lord sent me a pound ??
    Real devilish and freak that ***
    Forget the story, I know you’re gettin’ bored
    And you ain’t gettin’ horny no more, is he
    ‘Cause when it’s all said and done, it’s me
    Lovin’, thuggin’ you
    
    I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    
    Sweet thing livin’ it
    Won’t you let me let you live it a little bit
    I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with
    But here's had to deal with it
    On your weekly visits
    Use a code name to protect the innocent
    Maybe I’m too generous
    Generally believin’ that all women want me
    They don’t wanna get even
    But who do you believe in
    Is it money or God
    Betray your trust, sustain your vows
    Secretly or sacred
    ‘Cause I love it when you rock your body-body
    Move your body-body
    Drink up all the Bacardi
    And roll up along side me
    I love to see you wild and free
    But occasionally you get cold wet feet
    And all that it means to me is that you need my heat
    ‘Cause when it’s said and done you’re gonna want me
    Lovin’, thuggin’ you
    
    I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    
    Baby, here I’m holdin’ your love hostage
    The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless
    ‘Cause you been gettin’ at me in many a ways
    Now tell your man to watch his back and duck them
    strays
    ‘Cause I been in a rage lately
    Hopin’ God’ll forgive me for all the sin and all the
    woman
    All the drama I been in and it’s just the beginnin’
    I hope your *** so you could see that n**** ain’t
    hooked like me
    ??
    But we one in the same, that’s why we get along
    Freak off and get it on
    When we make love lookin’ somethin’ like soft porno
    Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him
    But the brightest of days just look dim
    When you f***in’ with a loser, baby, you can’t win
    When it’s said and done you’re gonna need me
    Lovin’, thuggin’ you
    
    I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
    Thug lovin’
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    
    Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule
    B. Brown
    Murder Inc.
    Def Jam, Sony
    This is what we buildin’ here
    Murder Inc.
    
    Ha-ha-ha
    Bobby Brown
    Murder
    Ha-ha
    
    It’s that real
    Rule, baby
    Bring it back my, n****
    B. Brown, ha-ha
    
    And I know you’re gettin’ bored
    Dealin’ with him
    
    
    [Thanks to chahal_05@msn.com, Shopper2471@aol.com, chvrltcam2003@lycos.com for correcting these lyrics]

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