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  • Main » M » Maestro Fresh Wes » Brown Sugar
    Maestro Fresh Wes - Brown Sugar lyrics (Rating: 0.00)
    Posted: 28.07.2004
    Views: 108
    (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]