Released on February 15, 2000

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[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 & (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 & (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)