[Intro]
 Let me make love, love to you
 Let me thrill you with my song
 Let me replace the love and the faith...
 
 [bad word] ]
 [Big Pun]
 Could it be your falling in love
 With a thug right now,
 Could it be your falling in love
 With a thug's life style
 Could it be your falling in love
 Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
 
[Remy]
 Could it be, it can't be hun I'm calling ya bluff
 I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't falling in love
 All that I ever dreamed off was [bad word] a thug
 So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little [bad word] 
 Be up in the Benz chilling rolling ya blunts
 Have the Spanish mommies illing 'cause I'm sitting in front
 And niggas on the block sick like what chu doing wit that [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 
 [bad word] to tell the [bad word] with you I know I'm safe
 And another [bad word] fronting 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, [bad word] soon as you wake up
 Get my jewels back and take another trip to see Jacob
 Loving the way I do this for you
 And every kiss that I blew Poppy Chew was a kiss for you
 Stayed [bad word]  Faithful, you can never say I played you,
 'cause you ma boo and I can never say I hate you...
 
 [bad word] ]
 [Big Pun]
 Could it be your falling in love
 With a thug right now,
 Could it be your falling in love
 With a thug's life style
 Could it be your falling in love
 Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow
 
[Big Pun]
 I swept you offa ya feet, you was just walking crossing the street
 And you was talking 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 checking 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 [bad word]  she had the perfect mix, she was Morena with 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 wasn't long before we start bumping and Grindin'
 [bad word] her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming
 Bustin' her hymen the sight of  she start busting out cryin'
 Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin'
 Cussin' and wildin' in the back on the porch
 Whose [bad word] is this?
 [bad word] on daddy its yours... [echoing] its your, its your
 
 [bad word] ]
 [Big Pun]
 Could it be your falling in love
 With a thug right now,
 Could it be your falling in love
 With a thug's life style
 Could it be your falling in love
 Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow