Shugah Shorty

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Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion (OK) is an alternative hip hop duo from Queens, New York. Though not commercially popular, the duo was one of the most respected and acclaimed underground hip hop acts of the 1990s, largely due to the groundbreaking lyrics of Pharoahe Monch and Prince Poetry. more »

Year:

1997

5:14

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featuring Hurricane G 

Prince Poetry: 

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 

Chorus: 

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 

Prince Poetry: 

Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extra 
Diggin your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa Caribbean texture 
Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light 
You know deep inside I want to 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 its 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 
Wheew! 
I'm nothin but a space aged freak who want to 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 

Pharoahe Monch: 

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, stublin 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 (?) 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 see-D 
Monch, easily the most measily unmistakable 
Believe me 

Chorus 

Pharoahe Monch: 

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 (?) 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 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 

Hurricane G: 

Who that big flat piece of chocolate 
Sparkin it, rockin it, "uhh, uhh-uhh," rockin it 

Prince Poetry: 

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? 

Hurricane G: "Star" 

Prince Poetry: 

Body was bizarre, yo Star, where you live? 

Hurricane G: 

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? 

Prince Poetry: 

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 f*ck, 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 

Chorus

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