Maestro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Brown Sugar Lyrics

(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]