cloudy skies And when you held me in your arms, you opened up my eyes And I tell the world that I'm in love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And it feels so
sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and watt's no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker always rude and
eatin' spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with 'bout four more brothers But one home for 'em and wantin' no more covers A little bad motherfucker always rude and
where niggaz pimp hoes and ball Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes from malls Arms, and ya city's got the Arms, and ya city's got the Arms, and ya city
couple gold chains, so dang-a-dang I swang and bang from lane to lane Yeah, it's gettin? hot and you startin? to feel the flame Bun It's getting? brick and
small, ignore the call Seventy thousand jam-packed arenas With rock fans wearin' backpacks Merchandise sell nice gold shirts with red lights Sponsored by Dial soap and
teeth, brush naps and calm streets Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats Macks with no grief and
Cooked me a gold curry with some peas and rice There was other girls around, but she would suffice But when my sugar cane hit the sugar walls
grow up big and strong And my ego will build me a temple And nobody in there will make me Wash behind my ears or eat my greens or Share my toys with
if you rappin im tryin to cave your head and your back in im gettin bread and relaxin and attractin a fan base of females wit emails and letters to
want you dead if you rappin im tryin to cave your head and your back in im gettin bread and relaxin and attractin a fan base of females wit emails and
shit flourish, and yours don't sale On the other hand, you're mad to def at soundscan And left wit a couple of fans Chorus: So what you and your man went gold
So this music is my sacrifice, so I'll be dedicated Determinated and dependable, to demonstrate directly And use the opportunity correctly So forget the gold teeth And uh, and
up my nose and pulled out about five And plucked every last one of them dead in his eye Then the man jumped up and said what's wrong with you And wiped
far behind, Daddy X and Pakelika come in swinging on some vines, To the tip top of the tallest kola we begin to climb, Sugar smokes some ?? ropes and
eatin' spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with 'bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and no mo' covers A little bad mo' Always rude and
E's and PK's Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of Great Danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in
