Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah, brown sugar, how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.
Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wond'rin' where it's gonna stop.
House boy knows that he's doin' alright.
You should have heard him just around midnight.
Ah, brown sugar, how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.
I bet your mamma was a tent show queen,
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen.
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.
Ah, brown sugar, how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should.
I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.
I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.
Listen to a continuous loop of Brown Sugar while you die in a fire.