Текст песни Mos Def f Talib Kweli - Brown Sugar soundtrack
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[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, uhBlack 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 mesmerizedWith your black hair and your fat ass WOWWalks over, feel your feet tap on the groundMake a *nigga* come back like "What`s happenin now?"Hear he really promising the platinum, get downYou`ll be backin it out, straight backin `em downWith your hand on your mouthAnd damn baby girl, what`s that all about?You know the ave puttin curves in the browOn your job, all workin it outI like how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouseAround the way, comin straight out the houseYou just laid on the couchMake a cat just pause and be "Wow"[Talib Kweli]Baby`s body was immaculateSweet like my first kiss in the back of the flickI have to insist, miss, that we chat for a bitBut your ass wanna dissWalkin all fast like you can`t stopI need somebody to get passionate withYou just assume that I be on that supermasculine *shit*Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lipI just be shinin my light and they be baskin in itI go out casually dip trip on the tragically hitSippin Cosmopolitans on some fashionably *shit*Black Star in the building and it hasta be sickBK still smokin *nigga* pass me the *shit*, what[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers]Stop (what up)You got it (come on ma)StopYou got it (come on ma)StopYou got itStopBrown sugar let me see you shake it outStop (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 catsBe workin for weeks to purchase a pieceI`m with my people hurtin to cease, it`s curtains for peaceCertain keeps spurs to their knees like I`m chirpin with TweetRhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt with his nieceStop, the track lay in a hearse deceasedWe don`t play, my man Kanye murdered the beatYo the rhymin`s on me, coutesy of KweliIt`s +ludacris+ how I`m +disturbin the peace+[Mos Def]Yeah, you ain`t burnin the streetLook at how we got `em personally thiefedSipped on when I get open HennyPen strollin on the track like Bishop DonOr filmed on the Real WorldSmoke slow, no joke, one draw I kill y`allHow many times yo do I got to tell y`all?My next album boy I get killed off, it`s real y`allWe big merger, you act like you know the deal y`allBrooklyn, stand up and let me hear y`allBrown sugar babe[Talib Kweli]ChocolateNubian girls rock to this (whoo)Black Star rock the whole metropolisBrooklyn cats and you know we pocket itBlack Star got the whole world watchin it[Mos Def]Stop, from the Ivy League collegesTo the blocks where the drama isAnd they keepin their (???) litJust shake it out and respond to thisAnd shake all of it