Maestro Fresh Wes

Maestro Fresh Wes - Brown Sugar lyrics

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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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: LMR Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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