Brown Sugar Lyrics - Naah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!! - Maestro Fresh Wes

(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]