I'll rock the cradle when you're gone. I'll rock the cradle when you're gone. Oh I've got no honey baby now; Oh I've got no honey baby now; i got no sugar baby
, I'll rock the cradle when you're gone. I'll rock the cradle when you're gone. Oh I've got no honey baby now; Oh I've got no honey baby now; i got no sugar baby
this fine young lady She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (Woo!) I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real nice Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice
I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down See many men live baby and many men die Many men get
back Can't hold me back Get a heart attack Can't hold me back Got a honky tonk big ball hit to thrill I got a sugar boot money baby that'll kill A honky
, who am i, just the girls dem sugar (alright), hear yah nuh [chorus] zim zimma, who got the keys to my bimmer who am i the girls dem sugar. how can
dem sugar, the girls dem need dis nigga yah Welcome the girls dem sugar, the girls dem need dis nigga yah, (rept. 2) Verse 1: Excuse me baby but a really
da waren. Rap is my Lady doch ich bin echt lediglich ledig seit ewig; Du lasst mich die Schafchen zahlen wie die gnadige Night, Baby. Sie wollen den
of trouble, baby And my evil ways kill life Oh, my, my Well, I've been itching for some trouble baby Every single day that I'm alive (scat) Come on, baby
they gargle with the finest champagne They hitch up their skirts and exclaim It's not very far, sugar It's not very far, sugar Pour a little sugar on me, sugar
of my mother, cause I love her It was no hip hop shops or freestyle battles Only a city full of snakes that rattle Remember "Sugar is sugar and salt
cleaners [Chorus] [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Josephine, what's wrong, baby? Come on... [Ghostface Killah] Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl? Her little baby
for your heart. (Got a license to kill) I got a license to kill (to kill) Anyone who tries to tear us apart. (Got a license to kill) License to kill. Hey baby
