Текст песни Sir Mix-a-Lot - Brown Shuga
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Sweet Brown Shuga, that`s what I call this femaleBad from the hair to the muthafuckin toenailsI ain`t sprung, I`m just pumpin them factsBaby is a female mack, yeah (hmmm)???I said heel when the locs are peeled???Takin yo money if your game ain`t realKnown to keep the ass on proper (proper)Never gettin tickets from the horny ass coppersThere she go, walkin through the mall4" pumps, got her six feet tallSwitchin, I ain`t thinkin bout stickinLookin like she never seen a kitchenJust broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend)Lookin for a fool with the gripper ends (gripper ends)Met one, boom, there he isA rich young brother in showbiz, yeahBig man, CEO, six-double-o are the letters on his BenzoBig mack daddy, bad to the boneBut three months later it`s onHe done took her to the beach, rubbed her feetAnd brought baby girl a new jeepNow she`s gone, you can`t buy love without gameThe Shuga gotcha, lame!Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga!She`s comin straight outta EncinoHittin football players for the C-notes (yep)Pickin em, gettin em, rarely ever kissin emTakin for the bank and then quittin emWent to the Raiders game in spite of thisBlack quarterback with a big fat contractNow she`s on the visitors` sidelineThe mackin is on when the coach calls "Time"Quick work, gotta do a slip soDo it while the Raiders is kickin they field goalPut the number on the bottom of a cup["The kick is up, (appalause) it`s good!"]Later that night, relaxinThe quarterback`s thinkin he`s waxinBut naw, the typical line:[girl] "I just don`t think it`s the right time" ["wha?"]Ask yourself, who`s the mack?Baby starts buyin money sacks`Cause when the fool got to the next cityWestern Union Street got busyFour Gs a week and now baby got a condo sittin in RedondoSo the quarterback calls `cause he wanna get naked[boop bup beep] Disconnected!I`ll tell ya, son, just because you can bench-pressDon`t put ya past this testYou got pimped like a straight up sapPaid money `cause you`re sprung on the catHuh! Bout 35 Gs and now you`re throughNever got near the bootsSee ya, but I never woulda been yaSweet Brown Shuga done went up in ya! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga!Baby starts goin to the weight room, that`s troubleAddin more curve to the bubbleThe rump is pumped, ready for battleCaught the next plane to SeattleWelcome to the 206She`s lookin for the brother named MixJumped in a rental car, rolled to the hoodBrown Shuga`s up to no goodGot my digits, gave me a callHave no fear, Mix-a-Lot don`t fall*phone rings on the other line* "Yeah who dis?"[girl] "38-24-38, Mix"Clipped on my pager, grabbed my cellularEeny meeny miny mo and picked the number 8 carNow I`m rollin in my NSX,Thinkin I`ma get some >COO-CHIE