Sir Mixalot - Brown Shuga lyrics

Tell 'em 'bout me baby Sweet Brown Shuga, that's what I call this female Bad from the hair to the muthaf**in' 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 a** on proper (proper) Never gettin' tickets from the horny a** 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