Could it be the way he touch me?
How he hold me
Why he got me doing all these things

It was a low key saturday, the summer of 03
Me and my chicas chilling, feeling fly in my favorite jeans
When the chevy rolled up, bouncing 4 vatoz deep
He was trying get at me
In no time I was all weak in love

Boy, you're never acting right
But you got me acting like
And all my real homegurls don't know you and neither do I

Could it be the way he touch me?
How he hold me
Why he got me doing all these things
Guess, I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't know you
He's hustling
He's riding
He's out there, doing all these things
But I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't know why

Sometimes it can be crazy, sumtimes it feels so good
And if anyone disrespects me, you'll bring out the hood
But it's all this back and forth with you
Twisted up in court
Always say you getting right, but
You just can't leave that life alone

Boy, you're never acting right
But you got me acting like
And all my real homegurls don't know you and neither do I

Could it be the way he touch me?
How he hold me
Why he got me doing all these things
Guess, I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't know you
He's hustling
He's riding
He's out there, doing all these things
But I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't know why

All my Mijas bang on me, but they don't understand
"LaLa, we ain't seeing you, you always with ur man"
They say he ain't no good for me
Is this really where I wanna be?
"So why he's in your life?"
I don't know but he works it right

Could it be the way he touch me?
How he hold me
Why he got me doing all these things
Guess, I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't know you
He's hustling
He's riding
He's out there, doing all these things
But I'm sprung on this thug
And I don't know why