Lyrics:
walking hand in hand
is like adding just a pinch of spice.
It takes two, baby.
It takes two, baby.,
just me and you.
You know it takes two.
It takes
dick her then I'll trick her
Make her bring the lucci get the boot yo when I'm thick
I got the CINN-A-MON, the sugar salt and spice
ATA got the sway
on the grind spot
We got the trumps and dimes hot and here's where the line stops
And I can't keep my nine in the bushes, Spice
Cause them jealous niggas
get a pound aof beans! Yeah!
get some spice and make it nice! Yeah!
you know what I mean!
But if a friend has gas /then he's passin'
it
Smiff-N-Wesson, Smiff-N-Wesson
Melle Mel, Scorpio
The Luniz, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, Me, Scarface, Kokane
Bone Thugs, Spice 1, all of 'em on my shit
Onenation
and taste it
but not with a crazy straw cause now you're my little whore
Add flavor and spice to fuck it up just a little more
I crunch and munch
the one you kept draped in ice
I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice
Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate
Hoping you want me to come scoop you
And champagne on ice
I'll be your sugar and spice
And everything nice
I may not be
What you had in mind
But if I get my act together
It's just a matter
saying can't be true
All I'm saying is that some girls don't trip
Stop bugging and mugging if you want to flip
I like the Spice
Open your eyes
walking hand in hand
is like adding just a pinch of spice.
It takes two, baby.
It takes two, baby.,
just me and you.
You know it takes two.
It takes
walking hand in hand
is like adding just a pinch of spice.
It takes two, baby.
It takes two, baby.,
just me and you.
You know it takes two.
It takes
bloom
Me, I like a big bouquet
Variety's the spice they say
Exitement's a sweet perfume
I know a good time when I see one
And when I'm in the mood
I remember you did in the sugar and spices, and sin
I couldn't believe the place you were putting us in
But I listen to you, and your voice takes
storm spice these youngsters act so wise
putting 10 years kid, thats my sacrifice!
[Chorus] x2
[DJ Sleepy]
*Scratch* *Scratch* Tee Production *Scratch*
sugar and spice and every thing nice
So step back and don't make me tell you twice
To get your raps right out of my fucking face before
I put you right
need what you've got for me
Baby I do feel ready for me
You'd better watch out sugar, 'cause I'm about to get my old spice on
Some days just chicken
let's set my lovin' free
(My loving free)
Baby you are the best thing in my life
You know you're sweeter than sugar and spice
Baby you are for me
of prey
Cold soldier - crack snap your vertebrae
No heater - flow sweeter than Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip
Quite wide
Calcutta y'all feel the spice
As I roll with a two tone cellular phone
And get blown like inflation
Yea that's my price
(Shut up Mike)
I know hip hop's
of my days, every night
I'm on the hunt for you
A roll of the dice
The sugar and spice
I don't have much to lose
I pick up the pace, come back to my
these days we don't pick up much
Maybe pink furry dice and a can of Old Spice are making us too hot to touch
I know we'll be rolling again someday soon
seen Morocco like the things I had planned
To savor all the spices in that faraway land
To buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the sand
"Oh, now
often we win, yo, very seldom we lose
Spice rockin' there mother-fuckin whole city
On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rollin' blunts and doin' the do
walking hand in hand
is like adding just a pinch of spice.
It takes two, baby.
It takes two, baby.,
just me and you.
You know it takes two.
It takes
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