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Tell about me, baby Sweet brown shuga, that's what I call this female Bad from the head to the motherfuckin' toenails I ain't sprung, I'm just poppin' them facts Baby is a female mack, yeah, hmm Eyes that kill when the loc's are peeled Takin' your money if your game ain't real Known to keep the ass on propa (propa) Never gettin' tickets from those honey-ass coppas There she go, walkin' through the mall Four inch pumps got her six feet tall Switchin', ain't thinkin' 'bout stickin' Looking like she never seen a kitchen Just broke up with her boyfriend (boyfriend) Looking for a fool with a grip of ends (grip of ends) Met one, boom, there he is A rich young brotha 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 bought baby girl a new jeep Now she's gone, you can't buy love without game But shuga gotcha lame Sweet brown shuga (tell about me, baby) Sweet brown shuga (tell about me, baby) Sweet brown shuga (tell about me, baby) Sweet brown shuga (tell about me, baby) She's comin' straight outta Encino Hittin' football players for the C-notes (yep) Pickin' 'em, gettin' 'em, rarely ever kissin' 'em Take 'em for the bank and then quitin' them Went to the Raiders game and spotted this black quarterback With a big fat contract Now she's on the visitors side line The mackin' is on when the coach calls time Quick work, gotta do it slick so Do it while the Raiders is kick an' they field goal Put the number on the bottom of a cup (The kick is up, it's goal) Later that night, relaxin' The quarterbacks thinkin' he's waxen' 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' moneysacks 'Cause when the fool got to the next city Western Union straight got busy Four G's a week and now baby got a condo sittin' in Redondo So the quarterback calls 'cause he wanna 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 sprung on the cat Huh Bought 35 G's and now you're through Never got near the boots See ya, but I never would've been ya Sweet brown shuga done went up in ya (Tell about me, baby), sweet brown shuga (Tell about me, baby), sweet brown shuga (Tell about me, baby), sweet brown shuga (Tell, tell about me, baby) Baby starts going to the weight room That's trouble, add more curve to the bubble The rump is pumped ready for battle Caught the next plane to Seattle Welcome to the 206 She's lookin' for the brotha named Mix Jumped in a rental car rolled to the hood Brown shuga's up to no good Got my digit's, gave me a call Have no fear, Mix-A-Lot don't fall Ring, yeah, who this? 38-24-38 mix Clipped on my pager, grabbed my cellular Eeny meeny miney mo and picked the number eight car Now I'm rollin' in my NSX thinkin' I'ma get some koo-chee Met her at the mini-mart, she was in an escort I'm kinda thinkin' 'bout contact sports When we get back to the Mix house I'm knockin' that kitty cat out Tell about me, baby (sweet brown shuga) Tell about me, baby (sweet brown shuga) Tell about me, baby (sweet brown shuga) Tell about me, baby (that's what I call this female) Tell about me, baby Tell about me, baby
Writer(s): Anthony L. Ray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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