Brown Sugar

[Hook: Blu] Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack Ben Franklins in them racks, nigga, yeah (Bring it back) Twenty hocks for the wap, sixty Gs for the track Three stacks for the rap, nigga, uh (Bring it back) It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back Uh (Bang) They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back [Verse 1: M.E.D] She swallowed my blessing, this just a lesson from The essence is freshest flesh of aluminum drum beat Under a chest or settle under my speech Like thunder in a bottle to keep Creep wit 'em, meeting wisdom, greet sinners, kin alike Free-spenders, endless spending the days, buying the night Newborns sparkin' her life, she like living to breathe Sleeve pullin', like look at where we took it from dreams Rhyme Crooklyn in the booklet with a CA theme She feeling like codeine on a Sunday evening, I mean Really when the pain ease, please Bought some praline, baby gotta spring clean and leave Summer fling, butter cut-up, lust on a freak Never come up when we speak, maybe "whatup" when we meet Sweet memories alone, with a bonus sip of Hennessy Phone ringin' while thinking, “will she remember me?” And we did it [Hook: Blu] Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack Three Gs for the flat, nigga, yeah Seven-fifty on them slacks, put it with them matching jacks Cutting numbers, no tat, nigga (Bring it back) It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back Back, uh (Bring it back) They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back [Verse 2: Blu] Ayo, she cook good, look good, handle my business When she pushin' through the hood, like it's nobody's business I done shook sugar's hand, we danced out in Vegas What would make you think I wouldn’t speak it like a major? Make your mind up, Maybelline, them Maybachs in Madison Square He lit the garden that was parked in the air Pardon me, darling, it's been a hard year I keep pushin' like we been all here, humble my hero and keep God in here The dark tears stain that Versace that she bought me All she wanted was that paper folded up, no origami Gold ropes fell on her gorgeous body, she know folk (Folk) Act like she don’t, throw that, tighten that aura around me Found an astounding down piece (Piece), she house me on the daily (Daily) She call me a baby, just to shower me She proud to be claimed (Claimed), she keep the power clean It’s a dream, straight out a magazine, with the baddest team She knew what perfect was, she wore it like a purse Short skirt, shirt in a knot, how could I not? (Turn it up a notch) For them knots, 'cause we been have-nots But we forget about it all when that track drop [Hook: Blu] Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack Three Gs for the flat, nigga, yeah Seven-fifty on them slacks, put it with them matching jacks Cutting numbers, no tat, nigga (Bring it back) It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back Back, uh (Bring it back) They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back [Verse 3: Oh No] Yeah, she like to rap, she use my package as a Christmas gifts Then unravel the Mac, and didn’t wanna take it back The sheet's king sized, send it to the laundromat The scene be changing, only 'cause she wanna clean the rack Now the scent is smelling like fresh linen, quite refreshing With a twist of the lemon, rockin' like John Lennon Old endings, to new beginnings The worlds keeps spinning – ol' girl, she keeps spending Sprinkle some of that kief on the leaves, she see the difference Ignoring the blissful ignorance, she 'bout her business As the Benjamins go green, while I visited Hopefully, you were listening, so we can get intimate Some live 'til forever then pray a life would be infinite But I just need a moment in time before I get rid of it I need to benefit, as beneficial to who is gettin' it We always want more than taking little bits [Hook: Blu] Two-fifty on the hat, couple hundred on a sack Three Gs for the flat, nigga, yeah Seven-fifty on them slacks, put it with them matching jacks Cutting numbers, no tat, nigga (Bring it back) It’s a wrap, then put it on that track, then it crack They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back Back, uh (Bring it back) They won’t know which way to act, uh, bring it back