Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brown Sugar (Raw) , by - Black Star. Release date: 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 |