Shugah Shorty

Prince Poetry:<br><br>Aww man you like the best thing I`ve seen all day<br>I`m saying, give me a moment<br>One minute, one minute<br>Aww, come on sis<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up<br>Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up<br>Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up<br>You kept walking shugah, yo I started catchin up<br>Peeping game now I`m the nigga that you smashin up<br><br>Prince Poetry:<br><br>Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extra<br>Diggin your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa carribean texture<br>Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light<br>You know deep inside I wanna sex you like no other<br>Chasin you down Jamaica Ave<br>A ghetto dope Cleopatra, nigga shorty was bad<br>First she was iggin me son, sliding up in strawberries<br>Suckin down a sugar cone with nuts, sprinkles and cherries<br>Excuse me miss, but-uhh pecan<br>Can I get a lick?<br>I be the Prince Po, the rebirth of slick<br>So its cool like that<br>Me and you can make it all that, four flat<br>Into this elevator exotic world with the tall black<br>Ghetto dope Don Juan ready to see reflections in Amazon rivers with ya blue<br>watters<br>Matchin straw hat, see the picture<br>Love it but it ain`t perfect<br>We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it<br>Wheew!<br>I`m nothin but a space aged freak who wanna beam you up later this week<br>So baby whats the word<br><br>Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up<br><br>Pharoahe Monch:<br><br>Damn, it`s like<br>uhh,uhh, a feeling that I get inside<br>Hard to explain it , I`m getting tongue tied like<br>I hate when I wheez, stublin over the words<br>mumblin, fumblin over my opening line<br>Jumblin rhymes together, you know my palms get all sweaty <br>And I uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh!<br>Misses, I can`t explain how much I want to be up in it<br>And I know you ain`t had no dick in a minute<br>Oh, you smoke beedies, see you go<br>Couldn`t you see me and you stressed out in bikini`s on the beach in Tahiti?<br>See me I`m very selective even though I could be greedy<br>My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti<br>And are be (?) so y`all can see me, speedy<br>(naw see)<br>You can be my centipede like we-be-fore-play<br>Cause I gourmet my food up like eatie and Maxwell<br>Similar to that smooth kid`s C-D<br>Monch, easily the most measily unmistakable<br>Believe me<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Pharoahe Monch:<br><br>This one little chick she pissed me off<br>Comin out the store, now I`m holdin the door<br>To the Bodega, she got a little man with her<br>Figuring if I kicks it to the kid then I could get her right<br>Say listen<br>I see you around every night around seven o`clock<br>You walkin up the block (?) with the rocks on the side of the crib<br>With your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch,<br>You know the thirst baby<br>First we can deal with the math if you search through your purse for a pen<br>We can blast off<br>Like Hubble Space Craft material<br>I`m aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseases<br>If it pleases you, shit, Jesus<br>I pack profolactics that stretch to my knees<br>She squinted, with a demented look behind a tented glass of a girlfriend<br>Rented, Benz E-Class vented hate<br>But still hinted like I was self centered<br>She said speak to the hand<br>Y`all know that shit that girls invented<br>Aww, see it didn`t have to be be like that wit you fiberglass<br>Backboard ass that`s mad flat bitch<br><br>Shugah Shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin up<br><br>Hurricane G:<br><br>Who that big flat piece of chocolate<br>Sparkin it, rockin it, "uhh, uhh-uhh," rockin it<br><br>Prince Poetry:<br><br>My name is Prince, boo<br>Now few who speak don`t be true<br>But you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy<br>How you do?<br>Get out the car, lemmie see you<br>Now what`s your name?<br><br>Hurricane G: "Star"<br><br>Prince Poetry:<br><br>Body was bizarre, yo Star, where you live?<br><br>Hurricane G:<br><br>Far<br>Rockaway Beach out in the boons<br>My niggas put five on it and stack all I like the Loons<br>Packin twos<br>So Pappi what you say?<br><br>Prince Poetry:<br><br>When I`m grown I don`t hump, I bone<br>I ain`t playin<br>I`m a man who likes a treat<br>Message feet of the independent Queen<br>To throw up some heat<br>Shit girl I can fix you something to eat<br>Prepare a five course meal while I`m makin the beat<br>Already got two things in this beautiful universal common<br>That`s lovin a tight ass fuck, and some tight ass rymin<br>So what<br>We into somethin or your frontin, pilgrum<br>I ain`t askin a protif be for make children<br>I`m skilled in body messages and sexual healin<br>I`m gentle, but I`m runnin wild just to make a million<br>We buildin baby<br>So here`s enough for you to handle<br>That`ll light you up and blow you out like candles<br><br>Chorus