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Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see

You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from the Seven Seas, and I
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see

You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Make me want to holler, throw up off my hands
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
Make me want to holler, wadin' through my life
(It's
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see

You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
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
The trouble with girls is they're a mystery
Something about 'em puzzles me
Spent my whole life trying to figure out
Just what them girls are all
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't
your self
The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head
To dicks oh,
done shared with
Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head
To dicks oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery
You know
nah, I was whorin'
And your ass is mine", that's when the sweat started pourin
Cause all I seen was Spice 1 up in court
Paying a gang on child support
straight
But I can't figure out which spice girl I want to impregnate 
And Dr. Dre said, "slim shady you a basehead!"
Uh-uhhh! "so why's your face red?
laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low
your self
The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head
To dicks oh,
life's a balancing act
And I am way off of alignment, the payoff isn't time yet
I'm so fuckin broke I'm puttin clothes up for consignment
I used to be
laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low
teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Oh

Okay now life's like, life's like, just like a salsa, salsa
You taste the spice right? Spice
teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Oh

Okay now life's like, life's like, just like a salsa, salsa
You taste the spice right? Spice
laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low
laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low
head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a base-head!" Uh-uh!
"So why's your
one of my eyelids? (uh-huh)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (yeah yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh)
My brain's
of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead
to drop, stop

You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
ever end?
Yeah I can watch Good Will Hunting by myself
 
Girl, I remember when we was sittin' on your couch
Watchin' Good Will Hunting, holdin' hands