Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brown Sugar (Raw), artist - Black Star.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Brown Sugar (Raw) |
Yo honeys check it out, she got me mesmerized |
With your black hair and your fat ass WOW |
Walks over, feel your feet tap on the ground |
Make a *nigga* come back like «What's happenin now?» |
Hear he really promising the platinum, get down |
You’ll be backin it out, straight backin 'em down |
With your hand on your mouth |
And damn baby girl, what’s that all about? |
You know the ave puttin curves in the brow |
On your job, all workin it out |
I like how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouse |
Around the way, comin straight out the house |
You just laid on the couch |
Make a cat just pause and be «Wow» |
Baby’s body was immaculate |
Sweet like my first kiss in the back of the flick |
I have to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit |
But your ass wanna diss |
Walkin all fast like you can’t stop |
I need somebody to get passionate with |
You just assume that I be on that supermasculine *shit* |
Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lip |
I just be shinin my light and they be baskin in it |
I go out casually dip trip on the tragically hit |
Sippin Cosmopolitans on some fashionably *shit* |
Black Star in the building and it hasta be sick |
BK still smokin *nigga* pass me the *shit*, what |
Stop (what up) |
You got it (come on ma) |
Stop |
You got it (come on ma) |
Stop |
You got it |
Stop |
Brown sugar let me see you shake it out |
Stop (brown sugar baby) |
Ha you got it (there you go) |
(brown sugar baby) you got it (work it out) |
(brown sugar baby) you got it (come on ma) |
Brown sugar let me see you shake it out |
Yeah, this go out to the cats |
Be workin for weeks to purchase a piece |
I’m with my people hurtin to cease, it’s curtains for peace |
Certain keeps spurs to their knees like I’m chirpin with Tweet |
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt with his niece |
Stop, the track lay in a hearse deceased |
We don’t play, my man Kanye murdered the beat |
Yo the rhymin’s on me, coutesy of Kweli |
It’s +ludacris+ how I’m +disturbin the peace+ |
Yeah, you ain’t burnin the street |
Look at how we got 'em personally thiefed |
Sipped on when I get open Henny |
Pen strollin on the track like Bishop Don |
Or filmed on the Real World |
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I kill y’all |
How many times yo do I got to tell y’all? |
My next album boy I get killed off, it’s real y’all |
We big merger, you act like you know the deal y’all |
Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear y’all |
Brown sugar babe |
Chocolate |
Nubian girls rock to this (whoo) |
Black Star rock the whole metropolis |
Brooklyn cats and you know we pocket it |
Black Star got the whole world watchin it |
Stop, from the Ivy League colleges |
To the blocks where the drama is |
And they keepin their (???) lit |
Just shake it out and respond to this |
And shake all of it |
[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers) |
Stop (uh come on) |
You got it (I said come on) |
Stop |
You got it (yeah, yo, we said come on) |
Stop |
You got it (brown sugar lemme see you shake it out) |
Stop (brown sugar baby) |
You got it |
Stop (I said come on) |
You got it (look at you) |
Stop |
You got it (brown sugar lemme see you shake it out) |
Stop (huh yeah) |
Stop (come on ma) |
Stop (come on ma) |
Stop |
Stop (come on ma) (Black Star start doin it) |
Stop (come on ma) (02 y’all yeah) |
Stop (come on ma) (uh yeah) |
Stop (Black Star, shinin) |
Stop (yeah) |
Stop (haha yeah) |
Stop (haha yeah) |
Stop (Mos Kweli, come on) |
Stop |