You know what?
Huh?
You know what?
What?
You know what?
You know what?
The
Sugar D I C D A D I E
That's just a title, explaining who I be
Mista L A W N G E
I take a sucker from any phil and injure thee
Now that I've spelled it out
And you like the way it sounds
I'm dissing rap music
and rap music on the grounds
You say I'm full of sheep
And for that I give a pound
The Sugar Dick Daddy
Mista Lawnge to break it down
Ladies, step to me for a real neat treat
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge
You can call me sweet meat
I wear protection, you won't catch claps here
Come over later, but first go get a pap smear
Nine point five okay dear?
And don't forget clean underwear
Cause I don't want the funk to flow
After after I'm done, yo ya gotta go
'Don't you know ho, don-tcha know ho'
Okay enough is enough, time to get that off my bladder
And dig deep into the subject matter
You know what?
You know what?
I'm sick and tired of rappers not real
And suckers makin' it with a pop feel
Labels signin acts with nuff bills
Tax write off, cause you have no skills
You go make a demo
get a deal and start to sprout
Gold, platinum, and then start sellin out
You get a Benz and trash the Nova
Double platinum, and start crossin over
Then you get fall, I won't give examples
HINT HINT, they use the same old samples
But not the Sheep
for we are sleek and unique
Top of the peek and others are weak
Follow the words that I speak
The situation is bleak
But this is the fly shit that
