Songtexte: Maestro Fresh Wes. Naah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!. Brown Sugar.

Sugar, sugar, sugar
Sugar, sugar, sugar
Sugar, sugar, sugar
Sugar, sugar, sugar

It's like a hot fudge drippin' down
Drippin' down, drippin'
You got me trippin', I'm almost slippin'
Genuine, one of a kind, brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)

As I walk into the room, it's easy to assume
A brother like me loves the girls with a boom
Coolin' with my fellas, talkin' how we makin' ends
Walkin' through the valley of the skins like my nigga Trendz

Seen a hot dame, I had to kick game
Not a regular type of hottie I be seein' on the train
Voluptuous, I was presumptuous
So I had to step up, step up, step up to this

She said, "You can't handle this, I'm livin' far from scandalous
I don't drink beers, don't smoke cannabis
Don't need a man for shit, I'm an independent chick
Salt-N-Pepa type of heffa, yeah, I'm on my own dick

Never actin' pompous, I'm strictly conscious
Got goals in life that I'm tryin' to accomplish
A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar"

It's like a hot fudge drippin' down
Drippin' down, drippin'
You got me trippin', I'm almost slippin
Genuine, one of a kind, brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)

You shoulda seen it, hops, she raised my eyebrows
The way the titties went bang and that ass went pow
She said, "My hair's always done, nails always polished
Got knowledge, plus I go to a all-girl college"

I had to step in and started tellin' her
"Baby look, all-girl college pussy ain't no better than the regular"
She started laughin' and said I was cute
But I ain't cute, you're cute with that skin-tight suit

You see what I'm sayin', I wasn't sweatin' her
But my game was on point 'cause I was gettin' her
Wettin' her, lettin' her, check me out with her retina
Scopin' that ass just like a predator

She said, "Wes, you're a real cool brother
Damn, why didn't I met you earlier this summer?"
I asked why, she said, "You got mad flavs
But I'm goin' back to college and I leave in two days

But don't get me wrong, word to my moms
I'll be back for Thanksgiving, so you know I put you on"
You know I had a front like I was chillin'
But deep down inside "Let's hit in now, money, fuck Thanksgiving"

I said, "Baby doll, don't play
You know a brother like me gives thanks every day"
She said, "Don't even try it, I'm far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar

It's like a hot fudge drippin' down
Drippin' down, drippin'
You got me trippin', I'm almost slippin
Genuine, one of a kind, brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)

No additives, no preservatives, strictly
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)

No saccharin, no equal or sequel
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
That's right

She said, "Wes, don't look at me as just sexual
I mean, I know I look good but shit, I'm also intellectual
I caught ya peepin' my behind
But we got so much in common, let our minds intwine"

"I hear what you're sayin," is what I told her
"And it seems like you got a good head on your shoulders
And yeah, I must admit that your style's slick
But fuck that Janet-Jackson-Let's-Wait-A-While shit"

She said, "The more we talk, the more I'm with this
But don't get me mixed up with all these other bitches
I just met you, I ain't with it but I'll admit it
When I come back I might let you hit it"

"I can't play myself and look soft
'Cause in 1994 you know I'm comin' off
I got my act down pat, proud of bein' black
Don't need a nigga for jack and my pockets stay fat"

"A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name's Sugar"

It's like a hot fudge drippin' down
Drippin' down, drippin'
You got me trippin', I'm almost slippin
Genuine, one of a kind, brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)