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Organized Konfusion - 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 |
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