Lyrics Shugah Shorty - Organized Konfusion
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"
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
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
it's
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
Whew,
I'm
nothin'
but
a
space
aged
freak
Who
wanna
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
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,
stumblin'
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
[unverified]
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
easily
unmistakable
Believe
me
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
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
[unverified]
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
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
Who
that
big
flat
piece
of
chocolate
Sparkin'
it,
rockin'
it,
uhh,
uhh,
uhh,
rockin'
it
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?
Star
Body
was
bizarre,
yo
Star
Where
you
live?
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?
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
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
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1 Interior Assasin’s Car 3:35 A.M. (skit)
2 They Don't Want It
3 March 21 3:45 A.M. (skit)
4 9xs Out Of 10
5 Questions
6 Soundman
7 Move
8 Confrontations
9 Life & Malice Exterior Club Nite (skit)
10 Numbers
11 Shugah Shorty
12 Interior Car Nite (skit)
13 Invetro
14 Chuck Cheese
15 Interior Marisols Apartment (skit)
16 Sin
17 Hate
18 March 21 - 3:47 A.M. (skit)
19 Somehow, Someway
20 Epilogue
21 United As One (Medicine Man)
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