Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour your sugar on me Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Break the bubble, break it up C'mon fire me up Ooh I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet Hey, Hey, hey, hey

And, I want her in my life The way she move to her own beat Ooh Ooh what a natural beauty No need no make-up to be a cutie And when they ask what a good woman's made of She's not afraid and ashamed of She's royal, yeah so royal No I never been someone shy

All I see is green lights (woo!) My name buzzin', ain't no way you could ignore it I did not come this far so they could ignore me I am not the one to say, "I'll do it in the mornin'" I'd rather get it done, don't focus on what's not important They try

But I'm an up full man And I love progressive people (progressive people) I've learned some lessons in my life Lessons in my life But tomorrow they change their mind I'm a progressive man I'm an honest man And I love honest people (honest people) Money

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Well don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer 'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands 'Cause the judge in the town's

Memories of you Waking skies at sunrise Every sunset too Seems to be bringing me Here and there, everywhere Scenes that we once knew And they all just recall (Oh) how I wish I could forget those (Those) happy yesteryears

I just want for you to keep it real, baby I fell in love with my bih from the field, baby Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions You ever killed somebody before? (Hahaha) I don't play like that, you

What do you mean? But you tell me to go Better make up your mind When you nod your head yes But you wanna say no Oh, what do you mean? Oh oh oh what do you mean? What do you mean? ooh What do you mean? hey

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit