, let me see those tattoos, I'm gon' ride with you Right here's the perfect place for me to kiss and fuck you I can't wait to taste your sugar I wanna
tattoos im gonna ride with you Rite here's the perfect place for me to kiss and f**k you I can't wait to taste your SUGAR [Busta] I want to taste your
buzzin like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet Cause I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme If I kick with Rakim
Crack open the good times On a street corner busting rhymes But you fell between the lines They all laugh, become a joke Am I crazy baby let's all hope
must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up
me My heart drop, everything stops, scared to death Told my broad to keep it moving, 'cuz I just got knocked Don't turn around, as soon she did, she bust
-Tang Clan Scream on it, ghost Eh yo, we at the weed gate Waitin' for Jake we want eight Ravioli bags Two thirsty villains yelling belly aches Heavyweight rhyme
sugar ? for your Dum Dum lolly pops. Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock. Better bust right if you're looking for the lime light better sit down get your rhyme
you'se a bitch Thinking ain?t nobody sweeter then you We spitting sugar shock For you dum-dum lollypops Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock Better bust
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 rhymes right Yo
Cookout with hoodrats and fried chicken and Crisco After dinner, girls come over in lingerie Bake sugar cookies and ginger snaps from Nabisco Even nighttime, we bust a night rhyme
's transsexual Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual You on the mic, and when you rhyme, I start to jerk off Let my dog lick you, German Shepard want to bust
Reign, pop a top like champagne Stay claim, thirty thirty cop a kid, in Ro' Range It's all real, ain't nuthin sugar about the steel will Amuse we toke
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 rhymes right Yo I just made this
intention that we have is vast You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your Oh well, then here comes the gelatin Tips on some sugars but you yap