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If you would just
Stay for a while
Sugar we could find
Something to get into
Baby boy its on you
If we could just
Lay for a while
Let me ease
six 
But I ain't gonna hit but six more licks 
Do the ol' Paul Jones and Virginia Reel 
Gotta let your feet know how you feel 

Do the sugar foor
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It’s so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real
(Oh he’s for real)
He’s for real
(It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly)
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill
(It’s so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real
(Oh he’s for real)
He’s for real
(It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly)
so crazy, Jones and AZ
It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill
so crazy, Jones and AZ
It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill
so crazy, Jones and AZ
It’s so lovely sipping on bubbly
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby
I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we
to you

The getaway kickin' up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three hour Jones
I dream a highway back to you
tred around the rabbit hole
Weapons to the heavens and arsenic where the carrots grows
Piss warmed sugar water wore the summer canteen
Plus burned
bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor,
Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt,
The name of my car insurance is YO
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern Gotti click, 
Just a matter of time
of the fittest, first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal