m good lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all night long We not stoppin', I don't care if the kids watchin' I stir it like motherfuckin' coffee and brown sugar Girls dem sugar
over, I come every time And when my sugar daddy takes me for a ride Whatever way we go it?s delirium time He?s all mine and his lovin? makes me high
and dirty mouth And she whispering them sweet nothings I hear it out, I hear it out Baby you got me like Joni had Cha Chi Until she got high and went
your hair Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex All the dances sugar Make me want a do
Hail to the king, high on the throne Who the hell is this? Answer the phone Turn his ass back around, close my door Get the hell up outta here, leave
y'all do something for me? Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley ways My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade We piled ride high
and a phat Mercedes (Woo!) Turned around and seen this fine young lady I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real nice Sweeter than honey, sugar and
file under action, gotta file under action Go mind for mind Sugar Ray versus Durant Got the hands of stone they'll knock you out yeah, 'cause that is the plan High
a man We was too high, didn't know where we would land Scraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn't see a plant Alcoholic's child raise off of sugar
case, they wanna throw me I guess these muthafuckas don't know me O.G. rock called a yay slanger VA's finest Underground muthafuckin' king, call me, your highness
get rich She'll fuck you till you sleep plus lie to ya bitch Plus she'll suck and swallow up outta ya dick And she'll keep a sugar daddy that'll buy
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight keep the
jus wait No beginner luck, comin' from me this is jus fate becuz I had fate certain I can make it shake, like turbulence sweet sugar babies all sleepin
So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass up out the cockpit We natural born fly guys Twist up yo Garcia vegas and toast to the wise guys We made it to the high rise
mother's TV Says she watches too much, it?s just not healthy ?All My Children? in the daytime, ?Dallas? at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar
) Higher, baby (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! (Ahhh) Get higher, baby! And don't ever come down! (Freebase!) (Don't you get too high) don't you get too
law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah! A castle in the sky, one mile high
out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease It's not magic, gaming is the gadget World classic big national high