Letras
Yo, Boo, uh
I know I ain't never told you this before
But, uh, I was just trying to get my hustle on
But you know what?
I just need you to be there for me
Because, uh, gangstas need love too
Since you've been away, I've been down and lonely
Since you've been away, I've been thinkng of you
Trying to understand the reason you left me
What were you going through?
I'm missing you (gangstas need love too)
Tell me where the road turns (tell me where the road turns)
Uh, I got you livin' in mansions, jumpin' out of Benzes
DKNY clothes but get fake president's Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, Mæet with your Reeses, Hershey
Miss Rev-e-lon when yo' lips an' hair an' toes on Tuesdays and Thursdays
Even though I'm livin' wrong, tryin' to get my hustle on
I want you in your birthday suit when I make it home
So I can, uh, then squeeze ya, tease ya
You wanna rub me? Let the Ice Cream Man please you
I ain't got no nine-to-five hustle just to stay alive
Keep you on your game
Give you a pistol with your cute .45
Heiffers decieve ya, 'cause they wanna be ya
Tell you I'm a thug and they can't wait 'til I leave ya
So think about what I say and fuck what them hoes say
Ah, what?
Ah, what?
I'm missin' you
Tell me where the road turns (tell me where the road turns)
You was a high school queen, met me sellin' ice cream
On the corner went double-up servin' fiend
Even though I'm a thug, you love me
If sex was a game, we'd a play rugby
I got you flyin' first classes on planes
Jumpin' offa trains
Takin' cruises on boats, sippin' champagne
Rollin' out the red carpet when they see ya ten thousand dollar mink coat
That's why them hos wanna be ya, but they can't
Taking trips in Land Cruisers, droppin' off cash to the bank
But they don't know what you done see