Brown Skin Woman Lyrics - Kid Capri

Aiyyo Kris, yo, yo, yo 

That was fresh, come with that next shit 

Uh, fat, fat, fat, fat beats 

How refreshing is it really? 

How refreshing is it really? 

Big shout out to Philly in the house 

G. Simone, you know you're not alone 

KRS-One on the microphone 

Now we gonna come down Ruffneck like this now seen? 

Mad Lion hold tight 

Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe 

Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo 

Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe 

Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo 

We don't come with disrespect, we come with intellect 

If you come with disrespect, you get a rope around your neck 

Some people don't expect me, to be so violent 

But me nah violent, just myself I protect 

Too many time I see, young gwal pickadee 

Pay five, ten, twenty, thirty dollar to see 

Some rapper, some singer, some celebrity 

Talk 'bout they wan fi sex up and fill up you body 

But them nah talk about peelin' off some money 

For the pumpin' on a bed, when you haf the baby 

Whattaya think can happen next? After you're done havin' sex? 

Too much of ignorance, not enough intelligence 

Mahn me not against sex but too many DJ 

Talk sex but them not talk about the next day 

'Cause the next day them gone and you sit alone 

Got 'em soup up your mic, pon de microphone 

Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe 

Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo 

Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe 

Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo 

Brown skin gwal them can't diss, yo 

'Cause you run the show 

Them call you all type of bimbo 

But you know you're not a hoe 

Bwoy pickade, check out your history 

Brown man is a God in any city 

White, man knew dat and dat was a shock 

So dem whip up your bod' and dem whippin' not stop 

But dem nah can't stop us wit de whip and de chain 

So dem take away your history, erase your name 

Still, with no name, with no fight, with no fuss 

We just, take on the name, that Massa give us 

That name is Nigga, the correct is Negro 

It's Spanish for Black, white mahn call us dat 

There is also Negroid, also Negro 

Now, all nigga pon the corner playin' cee-lo 

Man you're not a negro, 'cause you're skin is not black 

Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's a fact 

You not jump from no tree, you not live in no cave 

That's some garbage dem print, dem want you to behave 

You a African man, some say Asian 

You must respect your love, all brown skin woman 

If you diss your woman, you not come wit no plan 

So shut up your mowf, til you must understand 

Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe 

Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo 

Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe 

Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo 

I know you want me to call you a nigga, no 

I know you want me to call you a hoe, no 

I know you want me to call you a bitch, no 

This is how it go 

Yes Kris, you're large 

Another fat production by the Kid Capri 

Big shouts to the engineer Naughty 

Big shouts to Luca, and we outta here