Jaheim & Mary J Blige (Still Ghetto)

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 diopps 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