Big Solo, KK the Artist - Brown Sugar Lyrics

Damn
2:11 when I started recording
I was seven when I fell in love with hip-hop
Mema had just passed, it was a big shock
Way before Pooh Shiesty and Big Glock
Damn near when Lil Tune had the block hot
Now, all I want is cash money
Tell you the truth
Florolina ain't no crash dummy
We the proof
Your whole squad playin' duck duck
We the goose
KND with the turntables
GQ
KK with the TropiKana
Plenty Juice
23 with the brown sugar grits, and the glicks
Oooh
Boutta pull up in them foreign whips soon
Mama ain't gon' have no rent due
Tell me how we gon' lose
Tell me how we gon' lose, yea
Brown sugar, brown brown sugar
Brown sugar
Always been brown, got a thing for the sugar
Beat steady rockin, lord knows it got you shook up
Words of abundance, some would say I got the hook up
You niggas follow trends
Well I been the trendsetter
You freestyled a drought
My pen made her wetter
And I got flow, so the waves don't settle
Young King
Waist deep, no Coretta
BS
PS love letter
Dear Hip-Hop,
Where do I even fuckin' start
KK, not again!
I remember being in the studio with my daddy
Swear I've never seen him so happy
Wonder where he'd be if he never had me
Wonder if he ever thought the same thing
Did a lot wrong, but he did a lot right
Went to sleep rockin', yea, every single night
2Pac or Biggie, sometimes it was 50
Love for the beats, the greatest thing he could give me
Rap notebook in middle school
9th grade went and recorded in the stu
Now a decade later, ain't shit to prove
Always been brown, got a thing for the sugar
Beat steady rockin', lord knows it got you shook up
Words of abundance, some would say I got the hook up
You niggas follow trends
Well I been the trendsetter
You freestyled a drought
My pen made her wetter
And I got flow, so the waves don't settle
Young King
Waist deep, no Coretta
BS
PS love letter
I been made her wetter wit my pen
She told me freestyle, so they hear it again
Florolina way, you know we always win
It's God-given, still somehow we sin
So we partying and bullshittin' again
B.I.G.
Partyin' and bullshittin' again
(Party and bullshit and party)

Damn
2:11 when I started recording
I was seven when I fell in love with hip-hop
Mema had just passed, it was a big shock
Way before Pooh Shiesty and Big Glock
Damn near when Lil Tune had the block hot
Now, all I want is cash money
Tell you the truth
Florolina ain't no crash dummy
We the proof
Your whole squad playin' duck duck
We the goose
KND with the turntables
GQ
KK with the TropiKana
Plenty Juice
23 with the brown sugar grits, and the glicks
Oooh
Boutta pull up in them foreign whips soon
Mama ain't gon' have no rent due
Tell me how we gon' lose
Tell me how we gon' lose, yea
Brown sugar, brown brown sugar
Brown sugar
Always been brown, got a thing for the sugar
Beat steady rockin, lord knows it got you shook up
Words of abundance, some would say I got the hook up
You niggas follow trends
Well I been the trendsetter
You freestyled a drought
My pen made her wetter
And I got flow, so the waves don't settle
Young King
Waist deep, no Coretta
BS
PS love letter
Dear Hip-Hop,
Where do I even fuckin' start
KK, not again!
I remember being in the studio with my daddy
Swear I've never seen him so happy
Wonder where he'd be if he never had me
Wonder if he ever thought the same thing
Did a lot wrong, but he did a lot right
Went to sleep rockin', yea, every single night
2Pac or Biggie, sometimes it was 50
Love for the beats, the greatest thing he could give me
Rap notebook in middle school
9th grade went and recorded in the stu
Now a decade later, ain't shit to prove
Always been brown, got a thing for the sugar
Beat steady rockin', lord knows it got you shook up
Words of abundance, some would say I got the hook up
You niggas follow trends
Well I been the trendsetter
You freestyled a drought
My pen made her wetter
And I got flow, so the waves don't settle
Young King
Waist deep, no Coretta
BS
PS love letter
I been made her wetter wit my pen
She told me freestyle, so they hear it again
Florolina way, you know we always win
It's God-given, still somehow we sin
So we partying and bullshittin' again
B.I.G.
Partyin' and bullshittin' again
(Party and bullshit and party)