Organized Konfusion - Shugah Shorty Lyrics
Prince poetry:Aww man you like the best thing Ive seen all dayIm saying, give me a momentOne minute, one minuteAww, come on sisChorus:Shugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin upShugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin upShugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin upYou kept walking shugah, yo I started catchin upPeeping game now Im the nigga that you smashin upPrince poetry:Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extraDiggin your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa carribean textureSavin all the small talk lecture, for chump lightYou know deep inside I wanna sex you like no otherChasin you down jamaica aveA ghetto dope cleopatra, nigga shorty was badFirst she was iggin me son, sliding up in strawberriesSuckin down a sugar cone with nuts, sprinkles and cherriesExcuse me miss, but-uhh pecanCan I get a lick?I be the prince po, the rebirth of slickSo its cool like thatMe and you can make it all that, four flatInto this elevator exotic world with the tall blackGhetto dope don juan ready to see reflections in amazon rivers with ya blueWattersMatchin straw hat, see the pictureLove it but it aint perfectWe can exchange this data and later respectfully work itWheew!Im nothin but a space aged freak who wanna beam you up later this weekSo baby whats the wordShugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin upPharoahe monch:Damn, its likeUhh,uhh, a feeling that I get insideHard to explain it , Im getting tongue tied likeI hate when I wheez, stublin over the wordsMumblin, fumblin over my opening lineJumblin rhymes together, you know my palms get all sweatyAnd I uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh!Misses, I cant explain how much I want to be up in itAnd I know you aint had no dick in a minuteOh, you smoke beedies, see you goCouldnt you see me and you stressed out in bikinis on the beach in tahiti?See me Im very selective even though I could be greedyMy main objective is to write our names together in graffitiAnd are be (? ) so yall can see me, speedy(naw see)You can be my centipede like we-be-fore-playCause I gourmet my food up like eatie and maxwellSimilar to that smooth kids c-dMonch, easily the most measily unmistakableBelieve meChorusPharoahe monch:This one little chick she pissed me offComin out the store, now Im holdin the doorTo the bodega, she got a little man with herFiguring if I kicks it to the kid then I could get her rightSay listenI see you around every night around seven oclockYou walkin up the block (? ) with the rocks on the side of the cribWith your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch,You know the thirst babyFirst we can deal with the math if you search through your purse for a penWe can blast offLike hubble space craft materialIm aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseasesIf it pleases you, shit, jesusI pack profolactics that stretch to my kneesShe squinted, with a demented look behind a tented glass of a girlfriendRented, benz e-class vented hateBut still hinted like I was self centeredShe said speak to the handYall know that shit that girls inventedAww, see it didnt have to be be like that wit you fiberglassBackboard ass thats mad flat *****Shugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin upHurricane g:Who that big flat piece of chocolateSparkin it, rockin it, uhh, uhh-uhh, rockin itPrince poetry:My name is prince, booNow few who speak dont be trueBut you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggyHow you do?Get out the car, lemmie see youNow whats your name?Hurricane g: starPrince poetry:Body was bizarre, yo star, where you live?Hurricane g:FarRockaway beach out in the boonsMy niggas put five on it and stack all I like the loonsPackin twosSo pappi what you say?Prince poetry:When Im grown I dont hump, I boneI aint playinIm a man who likes a treatMessage feet of the independent queenTo throw up some heatShit girl I can fix you something to eatPrepare a five course meal while Im makin the beatAlready got two things in this beautiful universal commonThats lovin a tight ass *****, and some tight ass ryminSo whatWe into somethin or your frontin, pilgrumI aint askin a protif be for make childrenIm skilled in body messages and sexual healinIm gentle, but Im runnin wild just to make a millionWe buildin babySo heres enough for you to handleThatll light you up and blow you out like candlesChorus
