[Mary J. Blige:]
So burgundy, the window to his soul
It seems he tapes his eyes closed,
From huffin on, that is what he has puffin on.
His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls,
His jeans hang loose & low
So his di..opps he caint be comfortable I mean, he has have got to be comfortable.
[Jaheim:]
Now she has the type that is compared to a rose that grew from the concrete,
So sweet ya know,
From the streets yo.
Now she has the opposite of he,
Have you ever seen a lion sleep on the bossom of a sheep?
It is beautiful.
Yea thug though.
[Both: (chorus)]
She has so beautiful & he has a thug,
They are so different yet they are in love.
He has so thugged out & she has so beautiful,
They are so perfect cause they are in love.
[Mary J. Blige:]
Picture this, his warm velvet voice on a cold winters night,
Sugar free, bitter truth.
Building life from a slang so divine.
Soul to soul, their flesh pressed,
From a firm grip of onyx tenderness.
He signed his name with a venom kiss,
Upon a heart, I never heard of such bliss.
[Jaheim:]
Now she has the opposite of he,
Such as a butterfly & he has a killer bee.
Yea, she becomes a victim to his sting,
And he has amazed by the colors of her wings.
And the life he has led has left him with some scars,
But, she viewed them all as mere beauty marks.
The moral of the story, plain as can be,
He loved her cause, He is me.
[Chorus: x2]
Da Da-da-da da da da-da-da da
She has beautiful & he has a thug,
Made for each other ´cause they are in love.
She has a petal & he has a thorn,
From a different type of story since they were born.
[Chorus: x2]
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