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 a*s WOW

Walks over feel your feet tap on the ground

Make a *n***a*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 d**n 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 a*s 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 *s**t*

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 *s**t*

Black Star in the building and it hasta be sick

BK still smokin *n***a*pass me the *s**t*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