Lyrics Thug Lovin' (Radio Edit) - Ja Rule , Bobby Brown

Yeah, this is how it's goin' down
Rule, baby
(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 (Ooh)
The Last Temptation, ha-ha
He's back (WOO)
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout (Ooh)
To the world over (Oh, oh), B. Brown

And I know you're gettin' bored (Come on, come on)
Dealin' with him (Him) (What? Come on, ha-ha)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin' (Uh, uh, uh)
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 getting bored, baby

I know you're living your life faithfully, safely, away from me (Woo)
But you miss being next to me, don't you?
Don't let our love haunt you, lust for what you want
And go for your guns and back out on anyone
Who tries to interfere or intervene
Of 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 (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 like a pugilist
Grin real devilish and freak bad ... (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Forget the story, I know you're getting bored
And that ... ain't getting 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
Dealin' with him
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'
And I know you're getting 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 you deal with it
On your weekly visits
Use a code name to protect the innocent (Ha)
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
And move your body-body
Drink up all 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 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)
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' (Ha, Rule, baby)
And I know you're getting bored, baby

Baby girl, here I'm holding 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 (Girl) lately (Yeah)
Hopin' God'll forgive me for all the sinnin', all the women
All the drama I been in and this is just the beginning (Woo)
I hope you (Watch)
So you could see that ... ain't built like me (Like me)
The Black Sheep of my 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 ... with a loser, baby, you can't win (Ha ha)
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 (Come on)
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin' (Rule, B. Brown)
Thug lovin' (Ha)
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' (Woo)
Thug lovin'
And I know you're getting bored, baby

Yeah, yeah
I.G., Ja Rule (I know you miss my lovin')
B. Brown, (My, ha), Chink Santana
Murder Inc
(And I know you're gettin' bored)
M.I., too, Def Jam, Sony
This is what we buildin' here
Classic, Murder Inc
(Ha-ha-ha, Ja, B. Brown, Murda, ha-ha)
It's that real, The Rule, baby
Bringing back my ... B. Brown, ha, ha
(I know you're gettin' bored)