Lyric Beauty And A Thug
ft. Mary J. Blige
[Mary J. Blige:]
So burgundy, the window to his soul
It seems he tapes his eyes closed,
From huffin on, that s what he s puffin on.
His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls,
His jeans hang loose and low
So his di..opps he cain t be comfortable I mean, he s gotta be comfortable.
[Jaheim:]
Now she s the type that s compared to a rose that grew from the concrete,
So sweet ya know,
From the streets yo.
Now she s the opposite of he,
Have you ever seen a lion sleep on the bossom of a sheep?
It s beautiful.
Yeah thug though.
[Both: (chorus)]
She s so beautiful and he s a thug,
They re so different yet they re in love.
He s so thugged out and she s so beautiful,
They re so perfect cause they re 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 of onyx tenderness.
He signed his name with a venom kiss,
Upon a heart, I never heard of such bliss.
[Jaheim:]
Now she s the opposite of he,
Such as a butterfly and he s a killer bee.
Yeah, she becomes a victim to his sting,
And he s amazed by the colors of her wings.
And the life he s led has left him with some scars,
But, she viewed them all as mid-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 s beautiful and he s a thug,
Made for each other cause they re in love.
She s a petal and he s a thorn,
From a different type of story since they were born.
[Chorus: x2]
[Mary J. Blige:]
So burgundy, the window to his soul
It seems he tapes his eyes closed,
From huffin on, that s what he s puffin on.
His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls,
His jeans hang loose and low
So his di..opps he cain t be comfortable I mean, he s gotta be comfortable.
[Jaheim:]
Now she s the type that s compared to a rose that grew from the concrete,
So sweet ya know,
From the streets yo.
Now she s the opposite of he,
Have you ever seen a lion sleep on the bossom of a sheep?
It s beautiful.
Yeah thug though.
[Both: (chorus)]
She s so beautiful and he s a thug,
They re so different yet they re in love.
He s so thugged out and she s so beautiful,
They re so perfect cause they re 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 of onyx tenderness.
He signed his name with a venom kiss,
Upon a heart, I never heard of such bliss.
[Jaheim:]
Now she s the opposite of he,
Such as a butterfly and he s a killer bee.
Yeah, she becomes a victim to his sting,
And he s amazed by the colors of her wings.
And the life he s led has left him with some scars,
But, she viewed them all as mid-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 s beautiful and he s a thug,
Made for each other cause they re in love.
She s a petal and he s a thorn,
From a different type of story since they were born.
[Chorus: x2]
