Could it Be

[Intro: Trick Daddy] Could it be, you and me Could it be (heh heh) Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft or just fallin' in love (fallin' in love, heh heh) Could it be, you and me (for the thugs album, nigga) [Trick Daddy] Dirty sheets got me sneakin, peepin, creepin Trynta duck my homeboy, tellin lies to the guys Like "Nigga I'm goin home boy" Hittin back streets, wanna see my boo I got - gift or two for you And then something for your mama too Thinkin bout cha all day, in a thug way Wanna hold you in my arms til tomorrow, and I can't wait Tongue tied, bitch ain't lie Showin love to the lil guy And you know, I'm showin love to the lil guy Suckin fuckin touchin one another, on top of the covers Let's get some air off in this motherfucker *breathing* And she be, callin my name I'm telling her thangs I can't explain, so forever we should always be together shit Sweet love, slow tongue kisses and hugs I'm on a mission, wishin kissin that belly button She hum a song, as the come along And it won't be long, 'fore she reach that zone Move along, (however long) To each his own, prescious stones, when you reach that zone Keep a peaceful home, and leave them crooked bitch alone Make your kids and your wife your whole life It'll be hard at first but hold tight, when in love [Chorus: Trick Daddy & (Twista)] 4x Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft Or just fallin' in love? (Am I falling in love, oh nooo) [Trick Daddy] Could it be - I'm lost in myself Caught up in myself, trynta keep it real But all the wil'in is costin myself Could it be I'm scared to love Y'all want a turn to get so scandalous And this thug nigga just can't handle this [Twista] But then I - never met a girl that could roll a Philly like you Use a skillet like you, when I kick my flow who feel it like you You was lookin all sexy when you got out yo' ride Checkin out yo' thigh, the dreams of a fine girl I see out my eyes She about your size little mama Don't really seem like the type that'll bring a motherfucker drama Some nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it's me she seem to honor These other hoes done been short lately, me and her been hangin Smokin, drankin, keep her shit tight swangin All in a midnight bangin Never trippin but I'm tippin or just kickin it wit my dogs, we ball But them niggas tellin me my nose been open ever since I hit them drawers I tell em "I'm still a pimp" I don't really want cha but I just pretend Cuz I'm down to kick it wit you the same way that I be trippin out wit them Trick Daddy won't ride on me, he told me "Twista... Go head and kick it however you want just handle your business mister" So I sit back and say "Fuck it" pick up the phone and call my bitch up Steady thinkin: is it all in the bud or I am fallin in love? Fallin in love. . Fallin in love. . Fallin in love. . Fallin in love. . Fallin in love. . Fallin in love. . Fallin in love. . Fallin in love. . [Chorus: Trick Daddy & (Twista)] 4x Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft Or just fallin' in love? (Am I falling in love, oh nooo)