Shugah Shorty Lyrics

Shugah Shorty lyrics

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