Sweet Brown Shuga, that's what I call this female Bad from the hair to the muthafuckin toenails I ain't sprung, I'm just pumpin them facts Baby is a female mack, yeah (hmmm) ???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 4" 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, CEO, 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! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! 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, (appalause) it's good!"] Later that night, relaxin The quarterback's thinkin he's waxin But naw, the typical line: [girl] "I just don't think it's the right time" ["wha?"] 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 wanna get naked [boop bup beep] 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 35 Gs and now you're through Never got near the boots See ya, but I never woulda been ya Sweet Brown Shuga done went up in ya! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! Sweet Brown Shuga! 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 206 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 [phone rings on the other line] "Yeah who dis?" [girl] "38-24-38, Mix" Clipped on my pager, grabbed my cellular Eeny meeny miny mo and picked the number 8 car Now I'm rollin in my NSX, Thinkin I'ma get some COO-CHIE Sweet Brown Shuga. Sweet Brown Shuga. Sweet Brown Shuga. That's what I call this female!