Trick Daddy – Could It Be lyrics

[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)

[Verse 1: 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 and (Twista)]
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)

[Verse 2: 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

[Verse 3: 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 and (Twista)]
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)
Could it be that I'm lost gettin' soft
Or just fallin' in love?
(Am I falling in love, oh nooo)