2Pac, Stretch - Who Do U Love (Original Version) lyrics

Nigga maybe it's the thug in me

I'm livin' that, thug life baby!
Steady smokin' Indo, goin' crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me
Turn the lights down
We in the dark, do you love me?
Everybody's talkin' 'bout they know me
But they ain't down like
My motherfuckin' homies
Tell me what you need when you see me?
And we can get it on, biatch, take it easy
Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number, baby
Call me when you're lonely
'Cause it's a man's world
Ain't no need to ask why
I'm high 'til I die and strapped with my 45
'Cause you can lose it in the gutter
I wonder if I'll die by the
Hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer, I'm all in
Thug for life, nigga ballin'
I'm gettin' tired of these hoes tryna play me
You can't fade me and my niggas goin' crazy
All day long I'm straight thuggin'
And constantly mean muggin'
Breakin' the bitches that be buggin'
Tell me who do you love?

Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me
Maybe it’s the thug in me

Check the lingo, the mack
Straight packin' the gangsta dick
And when they come to help these skins
I'm quick to hit
While I hit it and quit it and
Let the next man get it
I'm pimpin', ain't no time to be committed
Hoes go catch a fit
'cause I'm chocolate and loveable
Gangsta fuck 'em with a dick that's huggable
Then I slide off without a trace
Unless she's worth, or let me nut on her face
What the fuck just make my dick jump
Wreck when I mack connect up in her rump
Hoes, they love it when I bone 'em
But hate when I disown 'em
They buggin' off the skills that I show 'em
With a nigga named Stretch
It's all about lootin' if ya frontin'
Then ya get the boot, word up
So listen to the rhythm of the Young Gun flow
And tell them who you love
When the hoes stroke

Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me

Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner
With my niggas slangin' drugs
And runnin' from the narcs when they pass by
Don't ask why, I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die
Even if I do come up, I'll
Be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all
Fuckin' with them tramp ass sluts
Who supposed to fall
Said she played you for your money
But the shit was cool
Guess it's true, niggas be bitches too
You can't see how she worked you
All up in the skirt
Now you lookin' like a jerk
'cause she hurts you
Now hands up, don't be a playa hater
Just peep game keep your mind on your money
Watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs and thugs love loot
Hand it over motherfucker 'fore I shoot
Who do you love?

Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me