Lyrics:
dapping no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I can step
diss
Well, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my trade
For years we been some players, what more can I say?
Saturday night at my dance, throw
CANDYLAND
Ay, they call it CANDYLAND
Roses getting stomped for pennies, kush straight from Afghanistan
Catch 'em dropping Pasa-panties, rolling in a caravan
I will follow
Now it's found us
Like I have found you
I don't want to run
Just overwhelm me
From here the caravans are kids toys
And I can
With dancing boy and bear and drum
And the gadgo boys with their greedy eyes
Coveted our freedom, coveted our freedom
And we fit in your landscape
Yuh body drive me crazy
Yuh body need a license fi it
Yuh body ah too tight and neat
Anybody who got eyes can see
She just wanna dance and tease
John San what you can
La la Janette dance in sand
What's the mystery, my son?
Gypsy Dan Caravan
Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
It's part
John San what you can
La la Janette dance in sand
What's the mystery, my son?
Gypsy Dan Caravan
Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
It's part
to worry about a thing
About a thing
On the dance floor
We don't have to take it day by day
On the dance floor
Dance floor
We can just stay
Reflections in
dance!) Put your hands up
(Let’s dance!) Throw your worries away
Let’s dance! dance! da-da-dan-dance!
The hero you’ve dreamed of since you were young
We
rebates, the price of life you can't replace
We state, these free states been a disgrace
God is love, and we don't really need hate
These cheapskates keep
to the line, dangle in the water Wait for the sign
Off again on our bikes till that night sky rolled by
As we got older and not alot changed
I swapped my bike
Check it
We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (not)
Not the Temple of Doom so make room
For the Unamerican Caravan (who you down
sleeping in the light of day
Caravan spinning through the void
on our way to anywhere
Caravan time is just a joke change is all we
understand
the promise land
Momma's still my idle miss the times we drove in the minivan
I'm a left lane brain
Who left memory lane
Feeling blessed by the times that
kits
Whether cassette radio or CD bits
Mix tapes from the best going on and on
Throughout the city grounds to suburban lawns
Man, we don't play,
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play
Low, and this is my trade
For years we been some players, what more can I say?
Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uh
Hit Atlanta
Low, and this is my trade
For years we been some players, what more can I say?
Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uh
Hit Atlanta
a strict order?
What can we do now?
And where can we go and what to do?
Don't worry, don't worry.
We will meet our minister Birbal, My friend
He is the one
and take some time to
Walk hand in hand
Sit side by side relaxing
With our toes in the sand
Until we're set to go for one more round
So we can
Dance dance
the starts are bright
Beneath the pale moonlight
Ask your mom and your daddy
Can you go out tonight
We gonna dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light,
Tell me you laying with rats
I'm swinging for gates and I silence The chat
You ran to the feds at drop off a hat
Can't look in the eye
Can't give me no
the caravans are kids' toys
And I can hold them all in my palm
I watch the sea creep 'round the corner
It connects the dots from here to you
The sunlight burning
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