sugar cane You've driven herds of cattle o'er the dry and dusty plain You've dug the ore at Isa, laid countless miles of rail And now you've come to Moreton
cross, sword to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, SHOVEL IN A BIG DIG HUDDLED IN A tunnel of big dreams I think big things
a ways Now, tell your man to watch his back and duck them strays 'Cuz I been in a rage lately Hopin' God'll forgive me for all the sin and all the woman
down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a west coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a east coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a Midwest nigga so fuck
, now baby what you gotta say s My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre I party through L.A., now baby what you gotta say I live and lay like Sugar
't tell that you was cryin It was all about the sugar caine Goin through the sugar thangs Had to get my grits baby girl when the sugar came Hopped you
in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise and we smoke always Passin' by these haters like we got all A's Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar
the watts up Listen to what I said Cnn all day in your eyes and your head [khujo] No longer can I ask when I'm in your presence Now it's hard to tell
"Now why ain't you over there where you supposed to be?" "The white trip Goldie he tried to off me man." "Let me tell you something now you listen to
So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over Yeah, yeah, huh Many people tried to say I fell off He went r&b, now his rap is all soft But if you
[Chorus: Big Moe and Z-Ro] {Big Moe] Rolls wheels and roll over South side dozier [Z-Ro] We da shit bitch I know you smell the odor [Big Moe] These boys
now (What it is, what it is now) (That's what it is) (Brown Sugar) (What it is, what it is now) Uh (What it is, what it is now) sing ya steppin' (Gimme
Where the fuck is the drinks? That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink Niggaz official, big
all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz
Straight off the corral Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile Is vexed without the techs and six shooter Body bullet polluter, perverted intruder Now
it hardcore When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw Imaginary worlds we could both explore Hello, baby what you wearin' right now? Hot pants
her Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka My G's tell me I'm out of line but my head is all I can see I know some timahs that
Get you're wonder bread pepperoni watch it increase [Chorus x2] Mustard and Mayonnaise! Tennis shoes, lowenheart, drivers lorenzos, 22's Big bread, big spread, big scratch,big