Talib Kweli - Brown Sugar (Raw) lyrics

[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 a** WOW Walks over, feel your feet tap on the ground Make a *n***a* 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 a** wanna diss Walkin all fast like you can't stop I need somebody to get pa**ionate with You just a**ume that I be on that supermasculine *sh*** 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 *sh*** Black Star in the building and it hasta be sick BK still smokin *n***a* pa** me the *sh***, 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 k** y'all How many times yo do I got to tell y'all? My next album boy I get k**ed 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