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

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

(Talib Kweli)
Baby's body was
Sweet like my first in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, we chat for a bit
But your ass diss
all fast like you can't stop
I need somebody to get with
You just assume that I be on that supermasculine
Crackin the whip just to you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my light and be baskin in it
I go out dip trip on the tragically hit
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably *shit*
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK still *nigga* pass me the *shit*, what

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

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown sugar let me see you 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 to purchase a piece
I'm with my people to cease, it's curtains for peace
keeps spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a deceased
We play, my man Kanye murdered the beat
Yo the on me, coutesy of Kweli
It's how I'm +disturbin the peace+

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

(Talib Kweli)

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

(Mos Def)
Stop, from the Ivy League
To the where the drama is
And they keepin (?) lit
shake 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 come on)

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

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

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