Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brown Shuga, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Chief Boot Knocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
Brown Shuga |
Sweet Brown Shuga, that’s what I call this female |
Bad from the hair to the muthafuckin toenails |
I ain’t sprung, I’m just pumpin them facts |
Baby is a female mack, yeah (hmmm) |
Eyes that kill when the loc’s are peeled |
Takin yo money if your game ain’t real |
Known to keep the ass on proper (proper) |
Never gettin tickets from the horny ass coppers |
There she go, walkin through the mall |
4″ pumps, got her six feet tall |
Switchin, I ain’t thinkin bout stickin |
Lookin like she never seen a kitchen |
Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend) |
Lookin for a fool with the gripper ends (gripper ends) |
Met one, boom, there he is |
A rich young brother in showbiz, yeah |
Big man, CEO, six-double-o are the letters on his Benzo |
Big mack daddy, bad to the bone |
But three months later it’s on |
He done took her to the beach, rubbed her feet |
And brought baby girl a new jeep |
Now she’s gone, you can’t buy love without game |
The Shuga gotcha, lame! |
Sweet Brown Shuga! |
Sweet Brown Shuga! |
Sweet Brown Shuga! |
Sweet Brown Shuga! |
She’s comin straight outta Encino |
Hittin football players for the C-notes (yep) |
Pickin em, gettin em, rarely ever kissin em |
Takin for the bank and then quittin em |
Went to the Raiders game and spotted this |
Black quarterback with a big fat contract |
Now she’s on the visitors' sideline |
The mackin is on when the coach calls «Time» |
Quick work, gotta do it slick so |
Do it while the Raiders is kickin they field goal |
Put the number on the bottom of a cup |
Later that night, relaxin |
The quarterback’s thinkin he’s waxin |
But naw, the typical line: |
«I just don’t think it’s the right time» |
Ask yourself, who’s the mack? |
Baby starts buyin money sacks |
Cause when the fool got to the next city |
Western Union Street got busy |
Four Gs a week and now baby got a condo sittin in Redondo |
So the quarterback calls cause he wanna get naked |
Disconnected! |
I’ll tell ya, son, just because you can bench-press |
Don’t put ya past this test |
You got pimped like a straight up sap |
Paid money cause you’re sprung on the cat |
Huh! |
Bout 35 Gs and now you’re through |
Never got near the boots |
See ya, but I never woulda been ya |
Sweet Brown Shuga done went up in ya! |
Sweet Brown Shuga! |
Sweet Brown Shuga! |
Sweet Brown Shuga! |
Baby starts goin to the weight room, that’s trouble |
Addin more curve to the bubble |
The rump is pumped, ready for battle |
Caught the next plane to Seattle |
Welcome to the 206 |
She’s lookin for the brother named Mix |
Jumped in a rental car, rolled to the hood |
Brown Shuga’s up to no good |
Got my digits, gave me a call |
Have no fear, Mix-a-Lot don’t fall |
«38−24−38, Mix» |
Clipped on my pager, grabbed my cellular |
Eeny meeny miny mo and picked the number 8 car |
Now I’m rollin in my NSX |
Thinkin I’mma get some |
Met her at the Minimart, she was in the Escort |
I’m kinda thinkin bout contact sports |
When we get back to the Mix house |
I’m knockin that kitty cat OUUUUT! |
Sweet Brown Shuga |
Sweet Brown Shuga |
Sweet Brown Shuga |
That’s what I call this female! |