Brown Sugar (Extra Sweet) .......... Mos Def

Love Of My Life (An Ode To Hip Hop) .......... Erykah Badu

Bring Your Heart .......... Angie Stone

Brown Sugar (Raw) .......... Black Star

Easy Conversation .......... Jill Scott

It's Going Down .......... Blackalicious

Breakdown .......... Mos Def

You Make Life So Good .......... Rahsaan Patterson

Time After Time .......... Cassandra Wilson

Paid In Full .......... Eric B. and Rakim

No One Knows Her Name .......... Hi-Tek

Act To (Love Of My Life) .......... The Roots

Never Been .......... Mary J. Blige

Brown Sugar (Fine) .......... Mos Def

You Changed .......... Jully Black

Woo, Ah, Official, Official, Ah, {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Brown Sugar, Faith Evans, Big Mos {Oh oh oh oh, oh} (Wha what)
Brooklyn is in the building, hell we own the building (Wha What)
Heh, y'all just payin' rent, see I'm sayin'? {Oh oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh oh oh}

[Verse 1]
Listen, now honey check it out ya got me mesmerized
With your black hair and your fat ass thighs
It's the way I hold it down to make my nature rise
You got me in the boutiques pickin' out your size
You make the push and I can't get it out my mind
It's that body I can't get it out my mind
Give it up ma, know it that your down to ride
Hit the dance floor and bounce your hide
You got to bounce with mine
And let me know when your down to slide
I tell Ad to swing around to ride
Let's show you how I grind
I make it splash like a thousand times
I'm like the stars fallin out the sky, Big Mos
Flaco make your waist get coast,
Make your green get smoke
Make your cat get stroke
Me and Pha make the track get dope
We stay settin' pace in the race now let's go

[Chorus: Mos Def/Faith Evans]
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Brown Sugar)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me?{Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah yeah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (comin' Brown Sugar)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah yeah)
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oooh Brown Sugar)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah yeah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Brown Sugar)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Hey yeah yeah eh)

[Verse 2]
It's like one, two, three, into the fo'
Brooklyn is runnin' the show, let em know
Former scramblers, my gamblers,
My dirty money handlers, my jugulars,
My hustlers, professional or amateur, woo (Give it to me)
C'mon (Give it to me)
I said what? (Give it to me)
Uh (Give it to me)
Uh, I got to get it all
You got to get involved
You ain't got it to give
You gotta get along (Give it to me)
C'mon (Give it to me)
I said what? (Give it to me)
Uh (Give it to me)
Yeah, and if you holdin' it
I make you let go of it
And I'm a get it
'Till my getting things is over with (Uh huh)
And why not love?
Look what you got love
You get me all charged up
Expect me to stop what? (Oh yeah)
C'mon mami, why you playin' with me?
Fix your face while your waist face say it with me (What it is, oooh)

[Chorus: Mos Def/Faith Evans]
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Come on baby won't cha give it to me?{Oh oh oh oh oh} (Ooooooh)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Uh, it's that Brown Sugar)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Ah Yeah yeah)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Ah ah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah rock out that Brown Sugar ah)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh}

[Mos Def/Faith Evans]
(Give it to me) Hah
(Give it to me) Yeah
(Give it to me, Give it to me) (Uh huh)
(Oooh Yeah) C'mon
(Give it to me, Give it to me) Hah
(Give it to me, Give it to me) My call right here
(Ooooh Yeah) My call comin' up right here (Oooh Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Yeah Faith let em know (It's unbelievable what Brown Sugar does to me)
Haha, yeah (It's unbelievable what Brown Sugar does to me) (What it is)
Yes Indeed (What it is, what it is now)
What it is, what it, what it is now (What it is, what it is now)
(That's what it is) (Brown Sugar) (What it is, what it is now)
Uh (What it is, what it is now) sing ya steppin' (Gimme my Brown Sugar) Ah

[Chorus: Mos Def/Faith Evans]
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Come on baby won't cha give it to me?{Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oooh Yeah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oh Yeah)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh} (And make it, and make it hot for me)
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oooh, Brown Sugar Baby)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? (Give it to me)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? (Eeee)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be
Brown Sugar baby give it to me (Got to make it hot for me)

[Thanks to hoochie@wxc.net.nz for lyrics]

Right here what we gon' do is go back
Way back, oooh way back yeah

I met him when I was a
A little girl he gave
He gave me poetry
He was my first
But in my heart I knew I
Wasn't the only one
Cause when the tables turned
He had to break

(Hook)
But whenever I got lonely
Or needed some advice
He gave me his shoulder
His words were very nice
But that is all that I need,
Cause now there is no other
My love is his and his is mine,
My friend became the

(Chorus)
Love of my life
You are my friend
Love of my life
I can depend
Love of my life
Without ya baby
Feels like a simple true love
Yeah oh [?] didn't clear

(Common)
Uh freak freak y'all and ya don't stop
Uh to the beat y'all and ya don't stop
Uh freak freak

Or would it be that it was
All just so simple then
A teenage love but you say
He's just a friend
He moved around and we kept
In touch through his friend Mike
The world was younger and we knew
We couldn't rush

(Hook)

(Chorus)

Y'all know how I met her
We broke up and got back together
To get her back I had to sweat her (sweat her)
Thought she roll wit bad boys forever
In many ways them boys made her better
To grow I had to let her (let her)
She needed cheddar and I understood that (that)
Lookin' for cheese that don't make her a hood rat (rat)
In fact she's a queen to me, her light beams on me
I love it when she sings to me
It's like that and a

(Cuts trough last two lines)
(Love of my life)
Ooh you know you rock my world
(Love of my life)
And you be boy and I'll be girl
(Love of my life)
And we don't stop until the break of dawn
(Love of my life)
Ooh you know you rock my world
(Love of my life)
And you be boy and I'll be girl
(Love of my life)
And we don't stop until the break of oohhh

Chorus:
Like a bird flies, rising hi above the trees
it's about time to let your love run away with me,
but bring your heart.

Every body wants me to be what they want me to be.
Said it feels so good to have somebody who loves me for me.
Said I am empty no more, love is hitting me right to the core,
here to let you know I'm feeling you for sure,
sugar don't fret (don't do it, no).

Chorus

If there's a problem baby, I'll go out my way to try to fix it.
Whenever you leave to go to work by, it's your love that I'll be missing.
The kids to school fix your food; rub your back, anything else that pleases you.
I want to be your special kind of fool.

Chorus
(Bring your heart to me)

You can bring your heart, joy, mind, body and soul (bring it to me).
This loving won't stop; it's all that I got to have and to hold.
Seven days a week, we gone keep it street, it's sweet.
I'll be loving you, baby through and through no matter what you do, do, do, do.

Chorus

It's alright, it's Ok, let your love run away with me.
It's alright, it's Ok, let your heart run away with me.
It's alright, it's Ok, let your love run away, it's free.

Chorus

Nobody understands me better than you.
Everything I am and everything I ever hope to be...

Chorus

[Thanks to sugaredhoney22@yahoo.com for lyrics]

Typed by: Noitacguht@aol.com

[Mos Def (Talib Kweli)]
We here, we here, we here (yes yes yes yes)
Fire code (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We roll from uh- you know (hey)
You know what time it is (get your hand out my)
You know what time it, uh
Black Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now come on ma (yeah)
Come on ma (uh)
And, listen

[Mos Def]
Yo honeys check it out, she got me mesmerized
With your black hair and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel your feet tap on the ground
Make a *nigga* come back like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really promising the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, straight backin 'em down
With your hand on your mouth
And damn baby girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave puttin curves in the brow
On your job, all workin it out
I like how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, comin straight out the house
You just laid on the couch
Make a cat just pause and be "Wow"

[Talib Kweli]
Baby's body was immaculate
Sweet like my first kiss in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But your ass wanna diss
Walkin all fast like you can't stop
I need somebody to get passionate with
You just assume that I be on that supermasculine *shit*
Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my light and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the tragically hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on some fashionably *shit*
Black Star in the building and it hasta be sick
BK still smokin *nigga* pass me the *shit*, what

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers]
Stop (what up)
You got it (come on ma)
Stop
You got it (come on ma)
Stop
You got it
Stop
Brown sugar let me see you shake it out
Stop (brown sugar baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown sugar baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown sugar baby) you got it (come on ma)
Brown sugar let me see you shake it out

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, this go out to the cats
Be workin for weeks to purchase a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for peace
Certain keeps spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a hearse deceased
We don't play, my man Kanye murdered the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of Kweli
It's +ludacris+ how I'm +disturbin the peace+

[Mos Def]
Yeah, you ain't burnin the street
Look at how we got 'em personally thiefed
Sipped on when I get open Henny
Pen strollin on the track like Bishop Don
Or filmed on the Real World
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I kill y'all
How many times yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next album boy I get killed off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear y'all
Brown sugar babe

[Talib Kweli]
Chocolate
Nubian girls rock to this (whoo)
Black Star rock the whole metropolis
Brooklyn cats and you know we pocket it
Black Star got the whole world watchin it

[Mos Def]
Stop, from the Ivy League colleges
To the blocks where the drama is
And they keepin their (???) lit
Just shake it out and respond to this
And shake all of it

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers)
Stop (uh come on)
You got it (I said come on)
Stop
You got it (yeah, yo, we said come on)
Stop
You got it (brown sugar lemme see you shake it out)
Stop (brown sugar baby)
You got it
Stop (I said come on)
You got it (look at you)
Stop
You got it (brown sugar lemme see you shake it out)
Stop (huh yeah)
Stop (come on ma)
Stop (come on ma)
Stop
Stop (come on ma) (Black Star start doin it)
Stop (come on ma) (02 y'all yeah)
Stop (come on ma) (uh yeah)
Stop (Black Star, shinin)
Stop (yeah)
Stop (haha yeah)
Stop (haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, come on)
Stop

I like that I can talk with you
And you seem to adore it

I like that I can tell you
exactly how I feel

I like that you don't
look at me in that confused kind of way
when
the thoughts are running through my mind
and I can't seem to find the
right thing to say

ooh this feels nice
our easy conversation

ooh this feels so tight
our easy conversation

ooh ooh ahhh
this feels nice

I I I I really really like when you
speak to me

You never front
You always tell me straight up

I Do do do do
4X

[Chorus - Keke Wyatt]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

[Gift of Gab]
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto!
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though

[Gift of Gab]
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to bust

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed

[Gift of Gab]
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's (going down in mystery)

[Chorus x 2]

[Keke Wyatt]
You know, I know, you know, I know
(It's going down in mystery)

[Gift of Gab] (Lateef)
(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one attack him)
Serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack
(You're pervin' off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly like disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

[Gab & Lateef Together]
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricists, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4, c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricists, forever we plot
(It's going down in mystery)

[Chorus x 2]

(1st Verse)
Good evening ladies and gents, close and distant fam
Let me break it down for ya'll exactly who I am...(CAV)
That brotha straight off of Myrtle Ave
That dude that make the other dude say that's my man, (CAV)
It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have
The haters know it's real and that's why they mad
They struggle so hard while I just lay back
They sound under pressure, sweaty and straight wack
I rock like this because I ain't that, (CAV)
Tell the players I'm taking the game back...
Matta fact tell the coaches, the GMs, and owners
Shut down the stadiums, it's ova
I make the cat's in the back draw closer
Get the comp choked up like white folks on Oprah
Yeah you dope, but (CAV) is more doper
Mo skill, mo style than mo folkas
I hit the lab with good shit to smoke up
And tell the sound man where I wanna go from
Blow up, skit sheet across the notepad
School em' all from the drop out to post grads
What history book you do or don't have
There's only two eras of rap, pre and post CAV
Now you know that
Stop the train, there's no place for the game left to go at

(BREAK)

CAV is my name but you can call me, (CAV)
It's all the same abbreviated or whole
Shout it out so it don't be a secret to folk it go, (CAV)
Short for Cavee but I'm not from Cali
I'm from the rotten apple, dirty streets and alleys
Bed-Stuy Brooklyn doin'it exactly, Get at me!!!

(2nd Verse)
Holla!!...Like Missy and Ja Rule
Ain't a crowd in the world that CAV cannot move
Hot dude, cats was thinkin' it's not true
But come front row at show, I got proof
I went from sellin' candy in junior high school
To servin' spoony g for the fiends, to gnaw to
Got sent upstate on bus, (Not cool)
In the yard thinkin' damn should've listen to ma duke
Come home in 99, what the fuck I'm gonna do
I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle
I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin
Buildin' up my rep to be one of the five greatest
And I ain't saying CAV the best nigga out there
But until he appear, I'm sittin'in his chair
And I'ma need a few moments just to get in ya'll ear
To make you forget the Duke was eva even here
I got two words for the world, BE PREPARED!!
I got three words for your girl, DON'T BE SCARED!!!
And when they ask where the real hip-hop, IT'S OVA HERE!!!
And when they ask where Brooklyn at, HOLD YA EAR!!!!
It's like YEAH!!!!, Chris Antione Vashon
Capricorn hit em' off with the classic bong and then I'm gone...

Ridin' back to Brook-Lan... boyeeeeee

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Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And I think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
And I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, and I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look, you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after

My picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time

If you're lost you can look, you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Mmm...

[Eric B]: Yo Rakim, what's up?
[Rakim]: Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., I'm trying to get paid in full
[E]: Well, check this out, since Nobry Walters is our agency, right?
[R]: True
[E]: Kara Lewis is our agent
[R]: Word up
[E]: Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company
[R]: Indeed
[E]: Okay, so who we rollin with?
[R]: We rollin with Rush
[E]: Of Rushtown Management. Check this out, since we talking over
this def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of them
def rhymes, know what I'm sayin? And together, we can get
paid in full...

[Rakim]
Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

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Typed by: Sprewelld8@aol.com

(breathing over beat)
Hip Hop Hip Hop (x15)

[Black Thought]
Aiyyo, the anticipation arose as time froze
I just stared down the aisles with my eyes closed
and jumped straight into the crime code, I just did it
you trying to hear that heat right? Yup, well let's get it
My desire to groove was overcomin' my fears
I got a P;anet Rock record I stole from blairs
I feing to throw a DISCO in my room upstairs
put the needle to the record let it soothe my ears
it goes: "Party People this groove is so sonic
we feining to get you high as a kite with no chronic"
who can tell at the top, but it's better than brain
but I fell in love with the culture, was never the same
Remember All Stars in Ti Sweats
and young rhymthm round the projects trying to chill
cause my name on my buckle and my style is Ill
cause I got you in my system and refine the skill
You like my life soundtrack, my personal theme
joint that knock for me ever since I burst on the scene
yo it's like gimme the music and I make it my wife

(Chorus)
hip hop, you the love of my Life (aiyo)
tell the people like that what (aiyo) (hip hop over chorus)
and it sounds so tight, hip hop you the love of my life
we fein' to take it to the top love
it's like that love, and it sounds so tight
hip hop you the love of my life
we fin to take it to the -
take it to the - to the - to the - to the (hip hop)

[Black Thought]
Yo, when I was 9 years old, I realized there was a road
at the end thered be a lot of studios and shows
I had to pump my brakes and learn from my mistakes
took time to create so that y'all could relate
to be a pioneer it takes work for years
and sometimes I Seen things that'll jerk your tears
I been through hard times, many rocks to climb
trying to take it from the bottom to the top of the line
with fam and the same shorty from the two dollar jam
that used to rock Sergios in the B-girl stance
Polly rocking door knockers with her hair in the twist
with the ill Michael Jackson wrist band on her wrist
before we ever shook asses and the watched the cells
we used to sing "LODI DODI" and "ROCK THE BELLS"
and you can mash up in the party til the early mourn'
without your BALI shoes getting stepped on
even though we from the city - the Crime and Grime
yo I grew up around the times of BEATS AND RHYMES
I remember late nights rockin without a mic
hip hop u the love of my life

(repeat chorus X 2)

(hip hop hip hop) - (over scratches and effects)

I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this

Pardon me- excuse me- forgive me- I can't help it
But I see- the energy- 'tween you and me- and I'm selfish
Don't want no- other girls- calling you- never ever
Cause I want- us to stay- together- forever

I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this

Believe me- when I say- there is no one- I mean none
That can do- the things you do- the things you did- and get done
And I believe- that I can feel- this way- for a reason
In all the ways- you make me feel- boy you keep- me breathing

I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this

What you got- Them others don't- Cause you're the one I want
You make me hot- Them others don't- Cause baby you're the one I love
What you got- Them others don't- Cause you're the one I want
You make me hot- Them others don't- Cause baby you're the one I love

I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this

I've never been touched like this- I've never been
I've never been kissed like this- I've never been
I never knew it felt like this- I never knew
I never knew a love like this

(if you invited me)
Yeah, Cav Love, brown sugar
Bout to set it like, yeah yeah y'all (uh huh)
Yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) yeah yeah y'all (uh huh)
(if you invited me)
Adjust my mic so I can touch it up right quick
Show 'em how Brooklyn do, you know what I mean? (no doubt)

Listen, yo
Let's start it up (start it up)
Let's get it flowin (get it flowin)
Let's make a move (make a move)
Let's get it goin (haha)
I know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it?
And you been waitin your whole life for one moment
Well baby here it is (here it is)
You better step to it (step to it)
I know you ready right (ready y'all)
Then baby let's do it (let's do it)

Put your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it
Then put whatever else is left to it
See you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em
Got your focus man, now they got a problem
Who you talkin to? son right there
The man in the mirror, I see him quite clear
Do your thing Cav (yeah son)
Work it out dog (work it out)
Open up their minds (open up)
Be about yours (bout yours)
Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours
Get your mind right (mind right)
Keep your sound raw (sound raw)
Heavy bass man (bass man)
Make it bounce more (bounce more)
Make 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor
(if you invited me)

How it sound y'all? I know it's crazy, right
I know it's crazy tight, don't ever take me light
It's Cav Love y'all (Cav Love y'all)
And that's what's up y'all (sup y'all)
I peeped in, I know exactly what you want y'all
I make it jump y'all (jump y'all)
So put 'em up y'all (up y'all)
Brown Sugar, Brooklyn, it's bout to jump off
[Hook: Mos Def and singer]
You got to (give it to me)
You need to (give it to me) (uh huh)
You better (give it to me)
(give it to me) ha ha, brown sugar
Leave the ground shook up (uh)
Got the world sweatin like fiends without cook up
Come on, you know you really wanna (give it to me)
You better (give it to me)
You got to (give it to me)
(give it to me) brown sugar, ha
Lick your lips to it
Work your hips to it (ha)
And steady rockin like this to it

[Mos Def]
It's like one, two, three, and to the four
The brother Cavvy Cav is here so let him know
This for my hustlers (my hustlers)
This for my scramblers (scramblers)
This for my sexy mamis (sexy mamis)
This for everybody (everybody)
Bang it at any party and watch 'em rock to it
Bounce some pop to it, this here's hot music
Duke I'm not losin, you need to stop foolin
I know the game very well boy I'm not stupid
Sharp and smart movement, applyin a heart to it
Came here to get the ghetto blocks movin
(if you invited me)
And after rockin in the porch and backyards movin
Keep it crackin cuz I love the way that y'all do it

[Hook: Mos Def and singer]
You got to (give it to me)
You need to (give it to me)
You better (give it to me)
(give it to me) ha, brown sugar
Leave the ground shook up
Observe the way how we make it sound hit up
Like you got to (give it to me)
You need to (give it to me)
You got to (give it to me)
(give it to me) Brown Sugar
Lick your lips to it (huh)
Work your hips to it (yeah)
And steady rockin like this to it like
damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn
ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh
ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh
damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby
ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh
ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh
damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby
ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh
ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh
damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby
if you invited me
if you invited me

[Thanks to cj0318@hotmail.com for lyrics]

You, you, you.yeah. Alright,
you you you.Yeah, you changed u changed

everytime i see your face i think of how it used to be.
what i used to mean to tou, and what you used to mean to me.
now i see your someone else so i gotta ask myself,"
is it me you really want?" or is your loving just too full.

Chorus: you. you chnaged so much since i met you,
don't know why but i'm so confused.
all i know is i still love you, yes i do. still love you. (Repeat)

verse 2:
somebody told me that they saw you in the shopping mall with some girl.
first i didnt want to believe it cuz it messed up my whole world.
now you taking me for granted cuz my heart is all for you,
tell me how you don't understand it, when i've gone real far for you.

chorus(repeat twice)

bridge: yesterday everything was okay now it seems that your far away(far away) are u fading on me.
do u really love me still tell me how you realli feel(really feel) are u playing on me.
oh yooooooooooooooooouuu. o yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
i'm going crazy, crazy. still love. i still love you. stil i still love you..YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU YOU YEAH.MMMMMMMMMMM.