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