| Song | Shugah Shorty |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | The Equinox |
| 作词 : Baskerville, Best, Clash ... | |
| 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 carribean texture | |
| Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light | |
| You know deep inside i wanna 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 wanna beam you up later this week | |
| So baby whats 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 c-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 fuck, 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 |
| zuò cí : Baskerville, Best, Clash ... | |
| 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 carribean texture | |
| Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light | |
| You know deep inside i wanna 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, butuhh 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 wanna beam you up later this week | |
| So baby whats 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 webeforeplay | |
| Cause i gourmet my food up like eatie and maxwell | |
| Similar to that smooth kid' s cd | |
| 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 eclass 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, uhhuhh," 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 fuck, 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 |