in my mind The act, we act is wearing thin I think we wear it out again, now The act, we act we under my skin, now The act, we act we under my Forming
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[Chorus] A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of
' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geeky ass nigga Collard green, neck bone eatin' ass nigga Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin' Spam sandwiches Sugar
Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen' True Story, that's what we call it Thank God for the thugs too Buddy Roe Drop the top and let the sunshine in
teardrop stains, yeah You were cold as ice, baby, baby (Woo, hoo, hoo, hoo) (I, I wasn't, I, I wasn't very nice, I know, woo) Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar
got the discovery channel don't they? we aint nothin but mammals, well some of us are cannibals who cut other people open like antelopes but if we can
know this crack fiend Maxine who needs a vaccine She tests positive but tells you that her act's clean Plus she got a sugar daddy Asking every hooker
thing's on cock, from the shots to the dice We are not into hype You can't say we can't work Either we some plant workers Or we some niggaz that plant
Times were though love was not enough So you said sorry Johnny I'm gone gone gone You said my act was funny But we both knew what was missing honey
Sweet, sweet back 'Cause I thought it might give you some inspiration 'Cause we ain't made love in so long Come on now sweet little sugar, honey baby
said shit They got rocked 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
[Mos Def (Talib Kweli)] We here, we here, we here (yes yes yes yes) Fire code (uh uh uh uh) Yes, huh (hey) We roll from uh- you know (hey) You know what
know the rules, never marry Robin Givens Mice'll run all over bitches, so we call them bitches cheeseheads Lambeau leap in that pussy like in Green Bay Lambo' suite look like sugar
Fam. It never stops. There's too many ducks in the game now. its about time we evaporate all you motherfuckers for real. No doubt, we love to spit the real. We
We are the G.O.D's an' we came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks, they be the illest MCs in the world today Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen
man, wassup? Word, organix, groovy stew grits With cheese and mad honey That ain't nuttin man That's the grits that needs cash man I like my grits with sugar
the club in the back door, nigga what? Act like I don't make cloud, how you gon' act like I don't get loud? How you gon' act like I don't rock crowds
