Brown Sugar (Raw)

We here, we here, we here

Fire code, yes, uh

We roll from, uh, you know

You know what time it is

You know what time

Black Star, come on, ma

Now come on, ma

Come on, ma

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 **** 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 on that 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 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 super masculine ****

Crackin' the whip, just to shut you up 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 ****

Black Star in the building and it has to be sick

BK still smokin' **** pass me the **** what

(Stop) You got it

(Stop) You got it

(Stop) You got it

(Stop) Brown sugar, let me see you shake it out

You got it

You got it

You got it

Brown sugar, let me see you shake it out

Yeah, this go out to the cats

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, courtesy of Kweli

It's ludicrous how I'm disturbin' the peace, come on

Yeah, you ain't burnin' the street

Look at how we got 'em personally feed

Sip some 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 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

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' they's commas lit

Just shake it out and respond to this

And shake all of it

(Stop) You got it

(Stop) You got it

(Stop) You got it

(Stop) Brown sugar, let me see you shake it out

You got it

You got it

You got it

Brown sugar, let me see you shake it out