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stops and stares at my baby, when she's walking down the street.
People passing by just look at my baby, cause my baby looks so sweet.

Sugar and spice
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Kisses sweeter than wine
Sugar and spice and all things nice
You know that little girl is mine

Everybody
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Kisses sweeter than wine
Sugar and spice and all things nice
You know that little girl is mine

Everybody
Sugar and spice and all things nice   Kisses sweeter than wine   Sugar and spice and all things nice   You know that little girl is mine
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Kisses sweeter than wine
Sugar and spice and all things nice
You know that little girl is mine

Everybody
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Kisses sweeter than wine
Sugar and spice and all things nice
You know that little girl is mine

Everybody
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Kisses sweeter than wine
Sugar and spice and all things nice
You know that little girl is mine

Everybody
Sugar and spice and all things nice
 Kisses sweeter than wine
 Sugar and spice and all things nice
 You know that little girl is mine
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,
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
the table
First to see if she was joking
No joke
There was no flicker
Just a girl who wanted more

Than meat and potatoes
She may stop at whips
All surrounded by mystery

I'm still coming around
I keep chasing dreams
Girl I keep coming around
Hey hey

I keep coming around
And I can never stop
a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear?

Girl I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Do what we came to do
Girl I hear you callin', let's
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on

CHORUS
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls in the park
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on

[Chorus]
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls
or fall

I've been around the World - round the world
And I wanted to see - see it all
I've been the only girl - round the world
All surrounded by
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
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
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?
man, I ain't tryna stop ya

[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
or fall

I've been around the world, 'round the world
And I wanted to see, see it all
I've been the only girl, 'round the world
All surrounded by
the front for I
With a DVD player playing porno nonstop
I'm so fuckin' high
I don't want to drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my x-girl's 4x4
Can
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
birds (girl) 
And you like that huh that's what they like 
Oh you like that huh that's what they like 
Dolla signs, rubba bands round cash 
Mayne u
just like a peach knee high
Backed by a bag of funjuns
And course I'ts going to smell like onions
Butt more so like pork and beans
Girl I don't know what