Brown Sugar (Raw)

(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 ass wow

Walks over, feel your feet tap on the ground

Make a *nigga* 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 ass wanna diss

Walkin all fast like you can't stop

I need somebody to get passionate with

You just assume that I be on that supermasculine *shit*

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 *shit*

Black Star in the building and it hasta be sick

BK still smokin *nigga* pass me the *shit*, 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 kill y'all

How many times yo do I got to tell y'all?

My next album boy I get killed 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