Lyrics:
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
and I ask for more
You're on display when I take a break
You're my cup of tea
You're my cup of tea
Spices and citrus
Smell like ginger hot and sweet
burn fuego fuego
Spice it up spice it up ayo ayo
I gotta go go away way oh
I'm in the sky cuz I'm way up way up
Fire burn fuego
Fire burn fuego
Fire burn
lifestyle with the city of vice (vice)
(Waoh) It’s six for six (six)
so we roll out the dice (Rollie)
K2 spice got the mandem Skating on ice
I feel like
I got a little spice of cinnamon
In this mixed up world we're living in
Where in your mind you're not enough
But to others, you're just too much
[Master P (Slay Sean)]
I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice
(Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice)
Make a nigga think twice about
The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone
Sp-Spice 1 kickin'
to cry
Hearts on a tree
Walk by the sea
Snakes, snails, puppy dog tails
Sugar and spice everything nice
Yeah-yeah, alright
One more thing
You take
you
I'm no Patrick Swayze
Know the game like Skip Bayless I go play by play
Know somebody used to say it If there's a God then there's a way So I pray
I
I killed my wrist it's on ice
Look at me sporty like spice
What you been naughty or nice
Looks like my present's alright
Alright, alright, alright
dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho, I'ts on
Just a flodgin' ass nigga with a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin' Gs everyday
They can't top you at all, If had 3 wishes
I'd call up the mayor and ask for three bad bitches
Sugar and spice, always ready to fight
Who the baddest
wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my game because life
wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my game because life
twice
I know that she sweeter than Sugar and baby girl got all the damn spice
Put her in spotlight
Not slipping on thin ice
Me and my baby we cruising
They claim that I took it forward
Now get your hands on
My motherfuckin' cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony
Game and Western Union
Pretty lies
Just like that ice
What's on your mind baby
Just roll the dice
This game you playing with me risky
I'll snatch your soul
Then forget
Pretty lies, just like that ice
What's on your mind baby? Just roll the dice
This game you playing with me risky
I'll snatch your soul and forget
the building
Watch your wallet, watch your spice
London Heights
Keep your balance, keep your sights
Road men in the building
Watch your wallet, watch your spice
cow
You ain't get to where I'm at by taking naps now
Step back bouta hit my step back
My three point game boutta dead that
Skip to my lou and ima spin
Shorty bad i wont fold she hit me up
Diamonds dancin like they icey we aint playin hockey puck
She gon drown in this bitch she gon need to spice it
2B 2B
Ay Ay
SKID SKRR
Man I glide on beat so clean man I whip that shit like a Merc
Yeah this gally so sweet but she come with the spice so I
they swimming on mine
Surfs up baby 'til I wipe out
(Splash)
I had to spice up my lifestyle
(Spice It Up)
Twenty hour days, I'm a night owl
(I be up)
I
track
See I'm a soldier in this game, ain't nothin' strange
Got a nigga lyin' on the floor with half of his fuckin' brains
Murder and crazy it's
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