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Shugah Shorty
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Organized Konfusion
Organized Konfusion
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Donald Jamerson
Troy Donald Jamerson
Composer
Lawrence Baskerville
Lawrence Baskerville
Composer
A. Best
A. Best
Composer
Charlie Palmieri Quartet
Charlie Palmieri Quartet
Composer
Eddie Palmieri
Eddie Palmieri
Composer
Clash
Clash
Composer

Lyrics

Aww, man, you like the best thing I've seen all day I'm saying, "Give me a moment One minute, one minute Aww, come on, sis" Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up You kept walking shugah, yo, I started catchin' up Peeping game, now I'm the nigga that you smashin' up Damn, sis, you lookin' kinda, extra Diggin' your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa Carribean texture Savin' all the small talk lecture for chump light You know deep inside I wanna sex you like no other Chasin' you down Jamaica Ave A ghetto dope Cleopatra, nigga, shorty was bad First she was iggin' me, son, sliding up in strawberries Suckin' down a sugar cone with nuts, sprinkles and cherries Excuse me, miss, but, uhh pecan, can I get a lick? I be the Prince Po, the rebirth of slick So it's cool like that, me and you can make it all that, four flat Into this elevator exotic world with the tall black Ghetto dope Don Juan ready to see reflections In Amazon rivers with ya blue watters Matchin' straw hat, see the picture, love it but it ain't perfect We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it Whew, I'm nothin' but a space aged freak Who wanna beam you up later this week So, baby, what's the word Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Damn, it's like, uhh, uhh, a feeling that I get inside Hard to explain it, I'm getting tongue tied Like I hate when I wheez, stumblin' over the words Mumblin', fumblin' over my opening line Jumblin' rhymes together, you know my palms get all sweaty And I, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh Misses, I can't explain how much I want to be up in it And I know you ain't had no dick in a minute Oh, you smoke beedies, see you go Couldn't you see me and you stressed out In bikini's on the beach in Tahiti? See me, I'm very selective even though I could be greedy My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti And are be [unverified] so y'all can see me, speedy (Naw, see) You can be my centipede like we-be-fore-play 'Cause I gourmet my food up like eatie and Maxwell Similar to that smooth kid's C D Monch, easily the most easily unmistakable Believe me Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up You kept walking shugah, yo, I started catchin' up Peeping game, now I'm the nigga that you smashin' up This one, little chick, she pissed me off Comin' out the store, now I'm holdin' the door To the Bodega, she got a little man with her Figuring if I kicks it to the kid then I could get her right, say listen I see you around every night around seven o'clock You walkin' up the block [unverified] with the rocks On the side of the crib with your kid on ya hip And ya close top notch, you know the thirst, baby First we can deal with the math, if you search through your purse For a pen, we can blast off like Hubble Space Craft Material, I'm aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseases If it pleases you, shit, Jesus I pack profolactics that stretch to my knees She squinted with a demented look behind a tented glass Of a girlfriend, rented, Benz E-Class vented hate But still hinted like I was self centered She said, "Speak to the hand" Y'all know that shit that girls invented Aww, see it didn't have to be like that wit' you, fiberglass Backboard ass, that's mad flat, bitch Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Who that big flat piece of chocolate Sparkin' it, rockin' it, uhh, uhh, uhh, rockin' it My name is Prince, boo, now few who speak don't be true But you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy How you do? Get out the car, lemmie see you Now what's your name? Star Body was bizarre, yo Star Where you live? Far, Rockaway Beach, out in the boons My niggas put five on it and stack all I like the Loons Packin' twos, so, Pappi, what you say? When I'm grown, I don't hump, I bone, I ain't playin' I'm a man who likes a treat Message feet of the independent queen To throw up some heat Shit, girl, I can fix you something to eat Prepare a five course meal while I'm makin' the beat Already got two things in this beautiful universal common That's lovin' a tight ass fuck and some tight ass rymin' So what, we into somethin' or your frontin', pilgrum I ain't askin' a protif be for make children I'm skilled in body messages and sexual healin' I'm gentle, but I'm runnin' wild just to make a million We buildin', baby, so here's enough for you to handle That'll light you up and blow you out like candles Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up You kept walking shugah, yo, I started catchin' up Peeping game, now I'm the nigga that you smashin' up
Writer(s): Anthony Best, Larry Baskerville, Palmieri, Clash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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