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Brown Shuga
by Sir Mix-A-Lot



Tell 'em 'bout me baby

Sweet Brown Shuga, that's what I call this female
Bad from the hair to the muthafuckin' toenails
I ain't sprung, I'm just pumpin' them facts
Baby is a female mack, yeah
I said heel when the locs are peeled
Takin' yo money if your game ain't real
Known to keep the ass on proper (proper)
Never gettin' tickets from the horny ass coppers
There she go, walkin' through the mall
Four inch pumps, got her six feet tall
Switchin', I ain't thinkin' bout stickin'
Lookin' like she never seen a kitchen
Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend)
Lookin' for a fool with the gripper ends (gripper ends)
Met one, boom, there he is
A rich young brother in showbiz, yeah
Big man, C-E-O, six-double-o are the letters on his Benzo
Big mack daddy, bad to the bone
But three months later it's on
He done took her to the beach, rubbed her feet
And brought baby girl a new jeep
Now she's gone, you can't buy love without game
The Shuga gotcha, lame!

Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby

She's comi'n straight outta Encino
Hittin' football players for the see-notes (yep)
Pickin' 'em, gettin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em
Takin' for the bank and then quittin' 'em
Went to the Raiders game in spite of this
Black quarterback with a big fat contract
Now she's on the visitors' sideline
The mackin' is on when the coach calls "Time"
Quick work, gotta do a slip so
Do it while the Raiders is kickin' they field goal
Put the number on the bottom of a cup
(The kick is up, it's good!)
Later that night, relaxin'
The quarterback's thinkin' he's waxin'
But nah, the typical line
I just don't think it's the right time, what?
Ask yourself, who's the mack?
Baby starts buyin' money sacks
'Cause when the fool got to the next city
Western Union Street got busy
Four Gs a week and now baby got a condo sittin' in Redondo
So the quarterback calls 'cause he want to get naked
Disconnected!
I'll tell ya, son, just because you can bench-press
Don't put ya past this test
You got pimped like a straight up sap
Paid money 'cause you're sprung on the cat
Huh! 'Bout thirty-five Gs and now you're through
Never got near the boots
See ya, but I never woulda been ya
Sweet Brown Shuga done went up in ya!

Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell-tell 'em 'bout me baby

Baby starts goin' to the weight room, that's trouble
Addin' more curve to the bubble
The rump is pumped, ready for battle
Caught the next plane to Seattle
Welcome to the two oh six
She's lookin' for the brother named Mix
Jumped in a rental car, rolled to the hood
Brown Shuga's up to no good
Got my digits, gave me a call
Have no fear, Mix-a-Lot don't fall
Yeah who dis?
Thirty-eight-twenty-four-thirty-eight, Mix
Clipped on my pager, grabbed my cellular
Eeny meeny miny mo and picked the number eight car
Now I'm rollin' in my N-S-X,
Thinkin' I'ma get some coochie
Met her at the Mini mart, she was in the Escort
I'm kinda thinkin' bout contact sports
When we get back to the Mix house,
I'm knockin' that kitty cat out!

Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby
That's what I call this female!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby
Tell 'em 'bout me baby
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