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(Sugar, sugar, sugar) ( 4x )
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It's like a hot fudge drippin down
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Drippin down, drippin
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You got me trippin
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I'm almost slippin
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Genuine, one of a kind
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Brown
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(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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As I walk into the room, it's easy to assume
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A brother like me loves the girls with a boom
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Coolin with my fellas, talkin how we makin ends
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Walkin through the 'valley of the skins' like my nigga Trendz
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Seen a hot dame, I had to kick game
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Not a regular type of hottie I be seein on the train
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Voluptous, I was presumtuous
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So I had to step up, step up, step up to this
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She said, "You can't handle this
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I'm livin far from scandalous
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I don't drink beers, don't smoke cannabis
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Don't need a man for shit
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I'm an independent chick
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Salt-N-Pepa type of heffa, yeah, I'm on my own dick
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Never actin pompous, I'm strictly conscious
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Got goals in life that I'm tryin to accomplish
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A real good looker, far from a hooker
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My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar"
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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You shoulda seen it, hops, she raised my eyebrows
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The way the titties went bang and that ass went pow
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She said, "My hair's always done, nails always polished
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Got knowledge, plus I go to a all-girl college"
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I had to step in and started tellin her
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"Baby look, all-girl college pussy ain't no better than the regular"
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( Laughter ) She started laughin and said I was cute
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But I ain't cute, you're cute with that skin-tight suit
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You see what I'm sayin, I wasn't sweatin her
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But my game was on point cause I was gettin her
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Wettin her, lettin her
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Check me out with her retina
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Scopin that ass just like a predator
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She said, "Wes, you're a real cool brother
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Damn, why didn't I met you earlier this summer?"
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I asked why, she said, "You got mad flavs
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But I'm goin back to college and I leave in two days
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But don't get me wrong, word to my moms
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I'll be back for Thanksgiving, so you know I put you on"
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You know I had a front like I was chillin
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But deep down inside "Let's hit in now, money, fuck Thanksgiving"
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I said, "Baby doll, don't play
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You know a brother like me gives thanks every day"
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She said, "Don't even try it, I'm far from a hooker
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My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar
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[ CHORUS ]
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No additives, no preservatives
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Strictly
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(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
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A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
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(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
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No saccharin, no equal or sequel
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(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
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A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
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(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
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That's right
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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She said, "Wes, don't look at me as just sexual
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I mean, I know I look good, but shit, I'm also intellectual
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I caught ya peepin my behind
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But we got so much in common, let our minds intwine"
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"I hear what you're sayin," is what I told her
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"And it seems like you got a good head on your shoulders
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And yeah, I must admit that your style's slick
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But fuck that Janet-Jackson-Let's-Wait-A-While shit"
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She said, "The more we talk, the more I'm with this
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But don't get me mixed up with all these other bitches
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I just met you, I ain't with it, but I'll admit it
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When I come back I might let you hit it
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I can't play myself and look soft
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Cause in 1994 you know I'm comin off
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I got my act down pat, proud of bein black
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Don't need a nigga for jack, and my pockets stay fat
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A real good looker, far from a hooker
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My first name's Brown and my last name's Sugar"
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[ CHORUS]
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Brown Sugar
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Rolling Stones |