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(Mos Def (Talib Kweli))
We here, we here, we (yes yes yes yes)
code (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We from uh- you know (hey)
You know what time it is (get your out my)
You know what it, uh
Black Star, on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

(Mos Def)
Yo check it out, she got me mesmerized
With your hair and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, your feet tap on the ground
Make a *nigga* come back "What's happenin now?"
he really promising the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, backin 'em down
With your hand on mouth
And damn baby girl, that all about?
You know the ave curves in the brow
On your job, all it out
I how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, comin straight out the
You laid on the couch
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

(Talib Kweli)
body was immaculate
Sweet like my first kiss in the back of the
I have to insist, miss, we chat for a bit
But ass wanna diss
Walkin all like you can't stop
I need somebody to get with
You just that I be on that supermasculine *shit*
Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten lip
I just be shinin my light and they be in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on fashionably *shit*
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK still smokin *nigga* pass me the *shit*,

(Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers)
(what up)
You got it (come on ma)

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown let me see you shake it out
Stop (brown baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
Brown sugar let me see you it out

(Talib Kweli)
Yeah, go out to the cats
Be workin for weeks to a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, curtains for peace
Certain spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the that flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a deceased
We don't play, my man murdered the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of
It's +ludacris+ how I'm +disturbin the

(Mos Def)
Yeah, you ain't burnin the
at how we got 'em personally thiefed
Sipped on when I get open
Pen on the track like Bishop Don
Or filmed on the World
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I kill
How many yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next album boy I get killed off, real y'all
We big merger, you act like you the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear
Brown sugar

(Talib Kweli)

Nubian girls rock to (whoo)
Black rock the whole metropolis
Brooklyn and you know we pocket it
Star got the whole world watchin it

(Mos Def)
Stop, from the Ivy colleges
To the blocks where the is
And they keepin (?) lit
Just it out and respond to this
And all of it

(Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers)
Stop (uh on)
You got it (I come on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we said on)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake it out)
Stop (brown baby)
You got it
Stop (I come on)
You got it (look at you)

You got it (brown sugar see you shake it out)
(huh yeah)
(come on ma)
(come on ma)

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star start it)
(come on ma) (02 y'all yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)