VERSE 1:
gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields…
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he’s doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
CHORUS:
brown sugar…
how come you taste so good?
brown sugar…
just like a young girl should
VERSE 2:
drums beating cold…English blood runs hot…
Lady of the house wonderin’ where it’s gonna stop
House boy knows that he’s doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight
CHORUS:
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now
Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, got me feelin’ now, brown sugar just like a black girl should
VERSE 3:
I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I’m no schoolboy but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight
CHORUS:
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should…
yeah!
OUTRO:
i said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
How come you… how come you taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a… just like a black girl should
yeah, yeah, yeah…woo!