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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 roll from uh- you (hey)
You what time it is (get your hand 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 your feet tap on the
Make a *nigga* back like "What's happenin now?"
he really promising the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, straight 'em down
With your hand on mouth
And baby girl, what's that all about?
You the ave puttin curves in the brow
On job, all workin it out
I like how you 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)
Baby's body was
Sweet like my first in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, that we for a bit
But ass wanna 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 to shut you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably *shit*
Black Star in the and it hasta 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 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)
sugar let me see you shake it out

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

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

(Talib Kweli)

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

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

(Mos Def, Kweli, and background singers)
(uh come on)
You got it (I said on)

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

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

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

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star 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)