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