Tekster:
Sugar Slick

hear your voice Well, I can't speak It's all I do is wait for you to feed me They said, they said They said the road was slick And I said, "Well, I've

the toe out yo shoes I be bawling with brotha's from your project apartment For talkin' slick wit' you I got more balls than Spaulding Girl, who feeds you when your sugar

bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back Ayo, I hope you ain't tongue kissin' your spouse 'Cause I be fuckin' her in the mouth Type of nigga buck at your house Too slick

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

'em like this Niggas is mad they bitch, can't stroke 'em like this The truth of the matter should-a broke 'em like this Ain't sugar coatin' shit, blood

x) Blue Denim: That's right, y'all know me, it's Kimmy Cat from Queens Sometimes I, hang around with the S and P I came to, tell ya about this new slick

sugar Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Milk is my sugar Milk is my sugar Milk is my sugar

stoo' I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats Always trying to be slick, you done stepped

feel you baby 'Cause I understand I understand it all, now climb my sugar walls Problem solved it's dissolved with the solvent known as spit Lickity lick not so quick it's a slick