Sweet Brown Shuga, that's
what I call this female
Bad from the hair to the
motherfuckin' toenails
I ain't sprung,
I'm just pumpin' them facts
Baby is a female mack, yeah, hmm
I said heel when the locs are peeled
Takin' yo money if your
game ain't real
Known to keep the ass on
proper (proper)
Never gettin' tickets from the
horny ass coppers
There she go, walkin' through the mall
Four inch pumps,
got her six feet tall
Switchin',
I ain't thinkin' bout stickin'
Lookin' like she never seen a kitchen
Just broke up with her boyfriend
(boyfriend)
Lookin' for a fool with the gripper
ends (gripper ends)
Met one, boom, there he is
A rich young brother in showbiz, yeah
Big man, C- E- O,
six- double- o are the letters on his Benzo
Big mack daddy, bad to the bone
But three months later it's on
He done took her to the beach,
rubbed her feet
And brought baby girl a new jeep
Now she's gone,
you can't buy love without game
The Shuga gotcha, lame
She's comin' straight
outta Encino
Hittin' football players for the
C- notes (yep)
Pickin' 'em, gettin' 'em,
rarely ever kissin' 'em
Takin' for the bank and then
quittin' 'em
Went to the Raiders game in spite of this
Black quarterback with a big
fat contract
Now she's on the visitors' sideline
The mackin' is on when the
coach calls "Time"
Quick work, gotta do a slip so
Do it while the Raiders is
kickin' they field goal
Put the number on the
bottom of a cup
(The kick is up, it's good)
Later that night, relaxin'
The quarterback's
thinkin' he's waxin'
But nah, the typical line
I just don't think it's the right time,
what?
Ask yourself, who's the mack?
Baby starts buyin' money sacks
'Cause when the fool got
to the next city
Western Union Street got busy
Four Gs a week and now baby got a
condo sittin' in Redondo
So the quarterback calls 'cause he
want to get naked
Disconnected
I'll tell ya, son,
just because you can bench- press
Don't put ya past this test
You got pimped like a straight up sap
Paid money 'cause you're
sprung on the cat
Huh! 'Bout thirty- five Gs and
now you're through
Never got near the boots
See ya, but I never woulda been ya
Tell- tell 'em 'bout me, baby
Baby starts goin' to the weight room,
that's trouble
Addin' more curve to the bubble
The rump is pumped,
ready for battle
Caught the next plane to Seattle
Welcome to the two oh six
She's lookin' for the
brother named Mix
Jumped in a rental car,
rolled to the hood
Brown Shuga's up to no good
Got my digits, gave me a call
Have no fear, Mix- a- Lot don't fall
Yeah, who this?
Thirty- eight- twenty- four- thirty- eight,
Mix
Clipped on my pager, grabbed my cellular
Eeny meeny miny mo and picked the
number eight car
Now I'm rollin' in my N- S- X
Thinkin' I'ma get some coochie
Met her at the Mini mart,
she was in the Escort
I'm kinda thinkin' bout
contact sports
When we get back to the Mix house