Black Star - Brown Sugar (Raw) lyrics

We here, we here, we here (yes yes yes yes)
Fire code (uh uh uh uh) yes, huh (hey)
We roll from uh- you know (hey)
You know what time it is
(get your hand out my)
You know what time it, uh
Black Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now come on ma (yeah) come on ma (uh)
And, listen

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

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