Ja Rule - Thug Lovin' Lyrics

Yeah
This is how it's goin' down, nigga, Rule, baby
(All we need is a a stage, God, shit)
Ah-ah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, come on, ah-ah-ah)
It's on and poppin', baby (han)
The Last Temptation, ah-ah (Last Temptation)
He's back (woo)
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout (no)
To the world over, B. Brown (oh, oh)

And I know you're gettin' bored (come on, come on)
Dealin' with him (workin', what, come on, ah-ah)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' (han, han, han)
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

I know you're livin' your life faithfully, safely, away from me (woo)
But you miss being next to me, don't you?
Don't let her love haunt you
Lust for what you want
Go for your guns and back out on anyone
Tries to interfere or intervene
Of me peeling your wide body out of them tight jeans (oh)
Wrist on freeze, see it's on me shoes 19
Comin' through in that new Bentley thing (girl)
The talk of the town, the tease of the city (yeah)
You and I make headlines like Lo and Diddy or Bob and Whitney (who?)
I'm here 'cause the Lord sent me (who)
Pound puss like a pugilist
Grin real devilish and freak bad bitches (shit, oh-oh)
Forget the story, I know you're gettin' bored
That nigga ain't gettin' you horny no more, is he?
'Cause when it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin' you, baby

And I know you're gettin' bored (now, come on)
Dealin' with him (yeah)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' (woo)
And I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' (ah-ah)
And I know you're gettin' bored, baby

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 how to deal with it
On your weekly visits
Use a code name to protect the innocent (ah)
Maybe I'm too generous, generally believin'
That all women want me, they don't wanna get even (no, no, no)
But who do you believe in, is it money or God?
Betrayal, trust, this thing of ours (girl)
Should be secretly held sacred, 'cause I love it when you
Pop your body-body
Move your body-body
Drink up on the Bacardi and rub up alongside me
I love to see you wild and free
But occasionally you get cold wet feet
And all that it means to me is you need my heat (Ja)
'Cause when it's said and done you're gonna want me
Lovin', thuggin' you, baby

And I know you're gettin' bored (come on)
Dealin' with him (yeah, yeah)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' (thug shit)
And I know you're gettin' bored (know you're gettin' bored)
Dealin' with him (dealin' with him)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' (ah, ooh baby)
And I know you're gettin' bored, baby

Baby girl, I'm holdin' your love hostage
The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless (woo)
'Cause you been gettin' at me in many a ways
Now tell your man to watch his back and duck from strays
'Cause I been in a rage lately (girl, yeah)
Hopin' God'll forgive me for all the sin, all the women
All the drama I been in and it's just the beginnin' (woo)
I hope you, so you could see that nigga ain't built like me (watch, like me)
Black sheep of the family
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 porn
Now tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home?
To him where the brightest of days just look dim
And you fuckin' with a loser, baby, you can't win (ah-ah)
When it's said and done you're gonna need me
Lovin', thuggin' you, baby

And I know you're gettin' bored (come on)
Dealin' with him (woo, come one)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' (B.Brown, ah)
And I know you're gettin' bored (know you're gettin' bored)
Dealin' with him (dealin' with him)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' (woo, yeah)
And I know you're gettin' bored, baby

Yeah, yeah
I.G., Ja Rule (I know you miss my lovin')
B. Brown, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc. Nigga (and I know you're gettin' bored)
Def Jam, Sony
This is what we buildin' here
Classic shit
Murder Inc. nigga
Ha-ha-ha
Ja, B. Brown
Murda
Ah-ah-ah
It's that real shit
The Rule, baby
Bringin' back my nigga
Goddamn it, goddamn it
Goddamn it, look at this shit, yo
Now tell me, if it ain't no mother fuckin' gangster shit, yo
B. Brown and mother fuckin' Ja Rule
I.G you son of a bitch, you did it again
Mother fucker brought B. Brown back
Ain't that some shit, ah-ah-ah
I'm motherfuckin' big Reemo in this bitch
I'm here to let you know
We ain't playin', man