Brown Shuga

Tell 'em about me, baby

Sweet brown shuga, that's what I call this female

Bad from the head to the motherfuckin' toenails

I ain't sprung, I'm just poppin' them facts

Baby is a female mack, yeah, hm

Eyes that kill when the locs are peeled

Takin' your money if your game ain't real

Known to keep the ass on propa (propa)

Never gettin' tickets from those honey-ass coppas

There she go, walkin' through the mall

Four-inch pumps got her six-feet tall

Switchin', ain't thinkin' 'bout stickin'

Looking like she never seen a kitchen

Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend)

Looking for a fool with a grip of ends (grip of ends)

Met one, boom, there he is

A rich young brotha 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 bought baby girl a new jeep

Now she's gone, you can't buy love without game

But shuga gotcha lame

Sweet brown shuga (tell 'em about me, baby)

Sweet brown shuga (tell 'em about me, baby)

Sweet brown shuga (tell 'em about me, baby)

Sweet brown shuga (tell 'em about me, baby)

She's comin' straight outta Encino

Hittin' football players for the C-notes (yep)

Pickin' 'em, gettin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em

Take 'em for the bank and then quittin' them

Went to the Raiders game and spotted this black quarterback

With a big fat contract

Now she's on the visitors side line

The mackin' is on when the coach calls time

Quick work, gotta do it slick so

Do it while the Raiders is kick an' they field goal

Put the number on the bottom of a cup

(The kick is up, it's goal)

Later that night, relaxin'

The quarterbacks thinkin' he's waxen'

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' moneysacks

'Cause when the fool got to the next city

Western Union straight got busy

Four G's a week and now baby got a condo sittin' in Redondo

So the quarterback calls 'cause he wanna 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 sprung on the cat

Huh

Bought 35 G's and now you're through

Never got near the boots

See ya, but I never would've been ya

Sweet brown shuga done went up in ya

(Tell 'em about me, baby) sweet brown shuga

(Tell 'em about me, baby) sweet brown shuga

(Tell 'em about me, baby) sweet brown shuga

(Tell, tell 'em about me, baby)

Baby starts going to the weight room

That's trouble, add more curve to the bubble

The rump is pumped ready for battle

Caught the next plane to Seattle

Welcome to the 206

She's lookin' for the brotha named Mix

Jumped in a rental car rolled to the hood

Brown shuga's up to no good

Got my digit's, gave me a call

Have no fear, Mix-A-Lot don't fall

Yeah, who this?

38-24-38 mix

Clipped on my pager, grabbed my cellular

Eeny meeny miney mo and picked the number eight car

Now I'm rollin' in my NSX thinkin' I'ma get some koo-chee

Met her at the mini-mart, she was in an 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 about me, baby (sweet brown shuga)

Tell 'em about me, baby (sweet brown shuga)

Tell 'em about me, baby (sweet brown shuga)

Tell 'em about me, baby (that's what I call this female)

Tell 'em about me, baby

Tell 'em about me, baby