Shugah Shorty
featuring Hurricane G
Prince Poetry:
Aww man you like the best
thing I've seen all day I'm saying give me a moment One minute one
minute Aww come on sis
Chorus:
Shugah Shorty why you backin up
got a nigga out here iggy actin up Shugah Shorty why you backin up got a
nigga out here iggy actin up Shugah Shorty why you backin up got a nigga out
here iggy actin up You kept walking shugah, yo I started catchin
up Peeping game now I'm the nigga that you smashin up
Prince
Poetry:
Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extra Diggin your cat strut and
your beautiful cocoa carribean texture Savin all the small talk lecture, for
chump light You know deep inside I wanna sex you like no other Chasin you
down Jamaica Ave A ghetto dope Cleopatra, nigga shorty was bad First she
was iggin me son, sliding up in strawberries Suckin down a sugar cone with
nuts, sprinkles and cherries Excuse me miss, but-uhh pecan Can I get a
lick? I be the Prince Po, the rebirth of slick So its cool like
that Me and you can make it all that, four flat Into this elevator exotic
world with the tall black Ghetto dope Don Juan ready to see reflections in
Amazon rivers with ya blue watters Matchin straw hat, see the
picture Love it but it ain't perfect We can exchange this data and later
respectfully work it Wheew! I'm nothin but a space aged freak who wanna
beam you up later this week So baby whats the word
Shugah Shorty why
you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up
Pharoahe
Monch:
Damn, it's like uhh,uhh, a feeling that I get inside Hard
to explain it , I'm getting tongue tied like I hate when I wheez, stublin
over the words mumblin, fumblin over my opening line Jumblin rhymes
together, you know my palms get all sweaty And I uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh,
ahh, uhh! Misses, I can't explain how much I want to be up in it And I
know you ain't had no dick in a minute Oh, you smoke beedies, see you
go Couldn't you see me and you stressed out in bikini's on the beach in
Tahiti? See me I'm very selective even though I could be greedy My main
objective is to write our names together in graffiti And are be (?) so y'all
can see me, speedy (naw see) You can be my centipede like
we-be-fore-play Cause I gourmet my food up like eatie and Maxwell Similar
to that smooth kid's C-D Monch, easily the most measily
unmistakable Believe me
Chorus
Pharoahe Monch:
This one
little chick she pissed me off Comin out the store, now I'm holdin the
door To the Bodega, she got a little man with her Figuring if I kicks it
to the kid then I could get her right Say listen I see you around every
night around seven o'clock You walkin up the block (?) with the rocks on the
side of the crib With your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch, You know
the thirst baby First we can deal with the math if you search through your
purse for a pen We can blast off Like Hubble Space Craft material I'm
aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseases If it pleases you,
shit, Jesus I pack profolactics that stretch to my knees She squinted,
with a demented look behind a tented glass of a girlfriend Rented, Benz
E-Class vented hate But still hinted like I was self centered She said
speak to the hand Y'all know that shit that girls invented Aww, see it
didn't have to be be like that wit you fiberglass Backboard ass that's mad
flat bitch
Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy
actin up
Hurricane G:
Who that big flat piece of
chocolate Sparkin it, rockin it, "uhh, uhh-uhh," rockin it
Prince
Poetry:
My name is Prince, boo Now few who speak don't be true But
you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy How you do? Get out the car,
lemmie see you Now what's your name?
Hurricane G:
"Star"
Prince Poetry:
Body was bizarre, yo Star, where you
live?
Hurricane G:
Far Rockaway Beach out in the boons My
niggas put five on it and stack all I like the Loons Packin twos So Pappi
what you say?
Prince Poetry:
When I'm grown I don't hump, I
bone I ain't playin I'm a man who likes a treat Message feet of the
independent Queen To throw up some heat Shit girl I can fix you something
to eat Prepare a five course meal while I'm makin the beat Already got two
things in this beautiful universal common That's lovin a tight ass fuck, and
some tight ass rymin So what We into somethin or your frontin,
pilgrum I ain't askin a protif be for make children I'm skilled in body
messages and sexual healin I'm gentle, but I'm runnin wild just to make a
million We buildin baby So here's enough for you to handle That'll
light you up and blow you out like candles
Chorus |