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and spice and everything nice
Wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room
For the one and only

King for a day, princess by dawn
King for
Hey
Hey
Hey

Sugar and spice
Righter than right
Never had a feeling so nice, no, girl
I want to tell the world
I found me a girl

Sweeter
Sugar and spice
Righter than right
Never had a feeling so nice, no, girl
I wanna tell the world
I found me a girl

Sweeter than sweet
That's
Tell me, please, what little girls are made of
Sugar and spice and all things nice
But we can bleed for a whole week straight
Every month,
Gun cases, handcuffs, cops searchin' me thorough
Smokin' weed liftin' weights bitch places and girls
Gotta stay strong, it's not about how long you last
see I‘m kinda crazy, I like the extremes
So all of my life, the girl of my dreams
Was everything nice, sugar and spice
And tequila on ice 

I was
When I was a young buck
I tried to be liked by
Everyone
Everyone
I tried so hard to be funny and nice
I tried so hard to be sugar and spice
and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only

King for a day, princess by dawn
King for
n' spice. 
Baby, crank the bass up, ride it till you see, girl. 
Those pink paradise. 
Oh, ain't that nice. 

Down to the river to go for a dip.
It was a perfect night for a feast delight
Won't you come in
They all were there, the pickles and pears
From A to Zen
There was every dish from
love me
You should have never told me, told me, told me
That you care

If by chance I owned the whole world
I¡¯d give it to you
All
groove ba-a-by, ba-a-by oo-oo-oo

There they are again covered in Old Spice 
They think they will get the girls cause 
they smell nice, 
They all call
[ CHORUS sung ]
Touch me, feel me, smell me
Don by any means necessary
You can't fuck with a legendary
East Bay Gangster

[ VERSE 1 ]
When it's all
sugar, boys are spice
Mix 'em up, you pay the price
Never thinkin'
What you sacrificed

And now it's just too late
So how can you complain
That
- round the world
And I wanted to see - see it all
I've been the only girl - round the world
All surrounded by mystery

In the living room I'm
more, a little more

I know I could learn if you showed me how
I'd put on the apron, start right now
I'd measure the spices, do all the prep
Just
you be my angel, angel
Okay, how low can you go? A half million records sold
Soon as all the cash hit the floor
(?)and I'm bout to blow
Rock your
you be my angel, angel
Okay, how low can you go? A half million records sold
Soon as all the cash hit the floor
(?)and I'm bout to blow
Rock your
yer tryin' a-hide? Hmmm? What's inside a girl? Ain't no hotter question in a so-called civilized world. Can't see it by satellite baby that's cheatin'.
Bring on that pecan pie
Pour some sugar on it, sugar, don't be shy
Scoop me up a mess of that chocolate swirl
Don't be stingy, I'm a growing girl
there's room.

If you could turn it all down just a notch.
I wouldn't have to knock all of your socks off.
And oh, I heard that spice girl that's named
Stop a nigga heart 'cause my mouth is a gauge pumpin'

Spice is on the one and Ant is on the two
But y'all don't kick it yet because a nigga just
Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally?
I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?

I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls
little girls...)


CHORUS:

Me and my girls are takin' over

Ya better know

There's nothing that we can't do

When it comes to standin' up

And defendin'
much dairy
She had to finish it all by herself

Then I slapped her
She wasn't expecting
So she hit me back
She friggin' cracked me
I got a nose