[Featuring Missjones]
Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin
on
bubbly)
At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its scorching hot,
making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til
they
snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but
never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill
that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real
CHORUS
first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)
second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money
put the grants in the safe, cuz we spending the jacksons, the
washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a
recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got
me
seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this
ain't
promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a
Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid,
wearing
the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my
dreams
Chorus
so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't
much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life
to
adap ta, cuz these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the
rapture
de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew,
