Brown Sugar (raw) Lyrics - Blackstar

(Mos Def (Talib Kweli)) 

We here, we here, we here (yes yes yes yes) 

Fire code (uh uh uh uh) 

Yes, huh (hey) 

We roll from uh- you know (hey) 

You know what time it is (get your hand out my) 

You know what time it, uh 

Black Star, come on ma (yeah) 

Now come on ma (yeah) 

Come on ma (uh) 

And, listen 

(Mos Def) 

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 *nigga* 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 know the 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" 

(Talib Kweli) 

Baby's 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 supermasculine *shit* 

Crackin the whip just to shut you you 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 *shit* 

Black Star in the building and it hasta be sick 

BK still smokin *nigga* pass me the *shit*, what 

(Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers) 

Stop (what up) 

You got it (come on ma) 

Stop 

You got it (come on ma) 

Stop 

You got it 

Stop 

Brown sugar let me see you shake it out 

Stop (brown sugar baby) 

Ha you got it (there you go) 

(brown sugar baby) you got it (work it out) 

(brown sugar baby) you got it (come on ma) 

Brown sugar let me see you shake it out 

(Talib Kweli) 

Yeah, this go out to the cats 

Be 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, coutesy of Kweli 

It's +ludacris+ how I'm +disturbin the peace+ 

(Mos Def) 

Yeah, you ain't burnin the street 

Look at how we got 'em personally thiefed 

Sipped 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 yo 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 

(Talib Kweli) 

Chocolate 

Nubian girls rock to this (whoo) 

Black Star rock the whole metropolis 

Brooklyn cats and you know we pocket it 

Black Star got the whole world watchin it 

(Mos Def) 

Stop, from the Ivy League colleges 

To the blocks where the drama is 

And they keepin their (?) lit 

Just shake it out and respond to this 

And shake all of it 

(Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers) 

Stop (uh come on) 

You got it (I said come on) 

Stop 

You got it (yeah, yo, we said come on) 

Stop 

You got it (brown sugar lemme see you shake it out) 

Stop (brown sugar baby) 

You got it 

Stop (I said come on) 

You got it (look at you) 

Stop 

You got it (brown sugar lemme see you shake it out) 

Stop (huh yeah) 

Stop (come on ma) 

Stop (come on ma) 

Stop 

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star start doin it) 

Stop (come on ma) (02 y'all yeah) 

Stop (come on ma) (uh yeah) 

Stop (Black Star, shinin) 

Stop (yeah) 

Stop (haha yeah) 

Stop (haha yeah) 

Stop (Mos Kweli, come on) 

Stop