Album: Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!

Brown Sugar

(Sugar, sugar, sugar) ( 4x )
It's like a hot fudge drippin down
Drippin down, drippin
You got me trippin
I'm almost slippin
Genuine, one of a kind
Brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
[ VERSE 1 ]
As I walk into the room, it's easy to assume
A brother like me loves the girls with a boom
Coolin with my fellas, talkin how we makin ends
Walkin through the 'valley of the skins' like my nigga Trendz
Seen a hot dame, I had to kick game
Not a regular type of hottie I be seein on the train
Voluptous, I was presumtuous
So I had to step up, step up, step up to this
She said, ";You can't handle this
I'm livin far from scandalous
I don't drink beers, don't smoke cannabis
Don't need a man for shit
I'm an independent chick
Salt-N-Pepa type of heffa, yeah, I'm on my own dick
Never actin pompous, I'm strictly conscious
Got goals in life that I'm tryin to accomplish
A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar";
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
You shoulda seen it, hops, she raised my eyebrows
The way the titties went bang and that ass went pow
She said, ";My hair's always done, nails always polished
Got knowledge, plus I go to a all-girl college";
I had to step in and started tellin her
";Baby look, all-girl college pussy ain't no better than the regular";
( Laughter ) She started laughin and said I was cute
But I ain't cute, you're cute with that skin-tight suit
You see what I'm sayin, I wasn't sweatin her
But my game was on point cause I was gettin her
Wettin her, lettin her
Check me out with her retina
Scopin that ass just like a predator
She said, ";Wes, you're a real cool brother
Damn, why didn't I met you earlier this summer?";
I asked why, she said, ";You got mad flavs
But I'm goin back to college and I leave in two days
But don't get me wrong, word to my moms
I'll be back for Thanksgiving, so you know I put you on";
You know I had a front like I was chillin
But deep down inside ";Let's hit in now, money, fuck Thanksgiving";
I said, ";Baby doll, don't play
You know a brother like me gives thanks every day";
She said, ";Don't even try it, I'm far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar
[ CHORUS ]
No additives, no preservatives
Strictly
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
No saccharin, no equal or sequel
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
That's right
[ VERSE 3 ]
She said, ";Wes, don't look at me as just sexual
I mean, I know I look good, but shit, I'm also intellectual
I caught ya peepin my behind
But we got so much in common, let our minds intwine";
";I hear what you're sayin,"; is what I told her
";And it seems like you got a good head on your shoulders
And yeah, I must admit that your style's slick
But fuck that Janet-Jackson-Let's-Wait-A-While shit";
She said, ";The more we talk, the more I'm with this
But don't get me mixed up with all these other bitches
I just met you, I ain't with it, but I'll admit it
When I come back I might let you hit it
I can't play myself and look soft
Cause in 1994 you know I'm comin off
I got my act down pat, proud of bein black
Don't need a nigga for jack, and my pockets stay fat
A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name's Sugar";
[ CHORUS]