Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion - Shugah Shorty lyrics

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Prince Poetry:
 Aww man you like the best thing I've seen all day
 I'm saying  give me a moment
 One minute  one minute
 Aww  come on sis


 Shugah Shorty why you backin up  got a nigga out here iggy actin up
 Shugah Shorty why you backin up  got a nigga out here iggy actin up
 Shugah Shorty why you backin up  got a nigga out here iggy actin up
 You kept walking shugah, yo I started catchin up
 Peeping game now I'm the nigga that you smashin up

 Prince Poetry:

 Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extra
 Diggin your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa carribean texture
 Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light
 You know deep inside I wanna sex you like no other
 Chasin you down Jamaica Ave
 A ghetto dope Cleopatra, nigga shorty was bad
 First she was iggin me son, sliding up in strawberries
 Suckin down a sugar cone with nuts, sprinkles and cherries
 Excuse me miss, but-uhh pecan
 Can I get a lick?
 I be the Prince Po, the rebirth of slick
 So its cool like that
 Me and you can make it all that, four flat
 Into this elevator exotic world with the tall black
 Ghetto dope Don Juan ready to see reflections in Amazon rivers with ya blue
 Matchin straw hat, see the picture
 Love it but it ain't perfect
 We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it
 I'm nothin but a space aged freak who wanna beam you up later this week
 So baby whats the word

 Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up

 Pharoahe Monch:

 Damn, it's like
 uhh,uhh, a feeling that I get inside
 Hard to explain it , I'm getting tongue tied like
 I hate when I wheez, stublin over the words
 mumblin, fumblin over my opening line
 Jumblin rhymes together, you know my palms get all sweaty
 And I uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh!
 Misses, I can't explain how much I want to be up in it
 And I know you ain't had no dick in a minute
 Oh, you smoke beedies, see you go
 Couldn't you see me and you stressed out in bikini's on the beach in Tahiti?
 See me I'm very selective even though I could be greedy
 My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti
 And are be (?) so y'all can see me, speedy
 (naw see)
 You can be my centipede like we-be-fore-play
 Cause I gourmet my food up like eatie and Maxwell
 Similar to that smooth kid's C-D
 Monch, easily the most measily unmistakable
 Believe me


 Pharoahe Monch:

 This one little chick she pissed me off
 Comin out the store, now I'm holdin the door
 To the Bodega, she got a little man with her
 Figuring if I kicks it to the kid then I could get her right
 Say listen
 I see you around every night around seven o'clock
 You walkin up the block (?) with the rocks on the side of the crib
 With your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch,
 You know the thirst baby
 First we can deal with the math if you search through your purse for a pen
 We can blast off
 Like Hubble Space Craft material
 I'm aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseases
 If it pleases you, shit, Jesus
 I pack profolactics that stretch to my knees
 She squinted, with a demented look behind a tented glass of a girlfriend
 Rented, Benz E-Class vented hate
 But still hinted like I was self centered
 She said speak to the hand
 Y'all know that shit that girls invented
 Aww, see it didn't have to be be like that wit you fiberglass
 Backboard ass that's mad flat bitch

 Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up

 Hurricane G:

 Who that big flat piece of chocolate
 Sparkin it, rockin it, "uhh, uhh-uhh," rockin it

 Prince Poetry:

 My name is Prince, boo
 Now few who speak don't be true
 But you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy
 How you do?
 Get out the car, lemmie see you
 Now what's your name?

 Hurricane G: "Star"

 Prince Poetry:

 Body was bizarre, yo Star, where you live?

 Hurricane G:

 Rockaway Beach out in the boons
 My niggas put five on it and stack all I like the Loons
 Packin twos
 So Pappi what you say?

 Prince Poetry:

 When I'm grown I don't hump, I bone
 I ain't playin
 I'm a man who likes a treat
 Message feet of the independent Queen
 To throw up some heat
 Shit girl I can fix you something to eat
 Prepare a five course meal while I'm makin the beat
 Already got two things in this beautiful universal common
 That's lovin a tight ass fuck, and some tight ass rymin
 So what
 We into somethin or your frontin, pilgrum
 I ain't askin a protif be for make children
 I'm skilled in body messages and sexual healin
 I'm gentle, but I'm runnin wild just to make a million
 We buildin baby
 So here's enough for you to handle
 That'll light you up and blow you out like candles

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records


Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: The Equinox (1997)

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