Sugar Walls

(albüm: Poe Little Rich Girl - 2004)

Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye
O in the hood, it's Florida Evans
I'm a terrorist, but not being in 9/11

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh
It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh
Sugar walls, filled with the cream
Make me wanna sing 'bout the dick-a-ling
Ride with me, boo, put the car on cruise
I got you, cause thugs need love too

Jacki-O in the hood, it's Florida Evans
Ms. Carrera causing terror in my 9/11
I'm just a black quarter, I got 'em nauseous with the Porsches
The two exhausts with the 400 horses
Gust like mustard, trust it, salt shaker
Won't ever make another color like me cause it's order
The hoochies, the haters, the hoes say it won't last
I be making everybody think the hood roll back
Money on top of money, I got it, honey
I'm buying shit like I got Monopoly money
Switch things, peaking through the beams do in my suite
Looking, busting thug love, damn, guess what I see
Young thug looking like a slave, nigga was a Kunta Kinte with braids
Hood nigga, feel-good nigga, ol' sticky, skin like mocha, his lips so pretty
I'm Jacki-O, you ain't gotta use the door
Don't you see I got a drop? Jump in from the top

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh
It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh
Sugar walls, filled with the cream
Make me wanna sing 'bout the dick-a-ling
Ride with me, boo, put the car on cruise
I got you, cause thugs need love too

I kidnap the kind of thug that you curse 'round
Girls, you know the kind you gotta hide your purse 'round
I stuck the clutch, he bust the dutch
I jumped out and he scotched the cops something
We blow dro from the city to the Grove
Man, I think he ready, his pants looking heavy
I think he ready to roar, he ready to score
I switched gears, hit the brakes, and slowed his horses
Whoa, pony, slow down, homie
You got me, nigga, nobody rides free
He put it on me, sex unreal like a pill
The young nigga was the deal
I refund that nigga, gave him back his dough
The way he ate his snapper, I call him Jacques Cousteau
He feel so real, can't believe he had skills
He could've got the Heisman, the way he played the field
(That's real!)

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh
It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh
Sugar walls, filled with the cream
Make me wanna sing 'bout the dick-a-ling
Ride with me, boo, put the car on cruise
I got you, cause thugs need love too

It's over, I done put him in the Rover
Moved him out his aunt's house, put him in a condo
This young nigga got me going, I think I'm whooped
I'm in the school zone with the cruise on
"I'm looking for you, where you at?
I got a fresh pair of Jordans for you
Damn, hit a bitch back!"
Lunch money and he cruise in my ride
And when I'm boosting, I be stealing his size
I can't tell these hoes (nah)
The first thang they gon' say is, "Shake it off, O!"
Fuck that! This nigga go deep
I put him up on the lick, this nigga gon' cream
But I ain't gon' sweat him, and I ain't gon' chase him
But Imma breast feed him, and I'm gon' raise him

It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh
It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh
Sugar walls, filled with the cream
Make me wanna sing 'bout the dick-a-ling
Ride with me, boo, put the car on cruise
I got you, cause thugs need love too
It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh
It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh
Sugar walls, filled with the cream
Make me wanna sing 'bout the dick-a-ling
Ride with me, boo, put the car on cruise
I got you, cause thugs need love too
It be so sweet to me, uh huh, uh huh
It goes real deep in me, uh huh, uh huh
Sugar walls, filled with the cream
Make me wanna sing 'bout the dick-a-ling
Ride with me, boo, put the car on cruise
I got you, cause thugs need love too