T.I. - Sugar Cane Lyrics
[Chorus:]Charms em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)Empty the bottle n***a let the Dom drip (there they go)We leanin on these brick, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)Cuts and charms all on my wrist n***a (ay, ay)Hotel linen (yeah) are. L. Demin (yeah)Propeller spinnin (yeah) n***a hella women (hey)Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar caneTrappin hard with the yay all times of the nightAll times of the night, all times of the night(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)Trappin hard with the yay all times of the nightAll times of the night, all times of the night(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)Trappin hard with the yay all times of the nightAll times of the night, all times of the night(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)Trappin hard with the yay, trappin hard with the yayAll times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)Listen shawty I'ma tell you how it go(I'ma tell you how it go) Quarter ki', seven G'sAnybody want it tell em pull up on me at the sto(Pull up on my n***a). 45 in my jeans, super cleanYou ain't never seen a n***a like this(Never never never never) Sun shinin on my wristCouple dimes in the whip, give a damn bout a b***h(F**k a *****) Huh, but I will take yours if I wannaYou a sucka, you ain't gon do s**t(Ol puss-y n***a) But just run yo mouthBe in front of yo house with them goons, bet you won't come out(Where he at?) And you a scary a** n***aHold these, your homeboy to the Fed a** n***a(What kind of n***a is that?) Hey, I'm certified, better recognizeFore you end up a dead a** n***aI got a check, you can tell how my neck is shininTell em[Chorus:]This life we live we do not careIf you at your momma house we'll have a shootout thereHey, ain't gon be no playin with the crew out thereThem animals on the loose and it's a zoo out thereOut here rollin where you at, we'll move out thereNetwork in no time, get a few out thereI got the chopper at the do', "Shawty who out there?Aight, get your *****in brain blew out now"Now I ain't playin where I stay, to take a life ain't s**tGet murked for a brick if your wife ain't s**tBankrolls are us, we'll buy that s**tI keep it on me homie, rob and I will try that s**tMan you can ask about Tip on Simpson RoadWe was ridin in the city, really gettin busyNow a n***a wanna kick it like some thugs in the cityWhen they really wasn't sellin any drugs in the cityFor real[Chorus:]What you want we got for you (hey, we got it)You're not the rule, we not for you (uh-uh, nah shawty)Wonder why we shut your doorYou're not from here, do not go throughI told you this (I told y'all n***a)Shawty this as real as it getHow many times I done showed you this? (How many times I done showed?)In the trap run a chick through the roof right nowI can show you this (I see it real right now)Pick the rap with your b***h in the coupe right nowAnd I know you pissed (you could get it right now)How many times I done told you this? (f**k n***a)This life we bout it (we bout it)This life we bout it (we, we, naw n***a)You can't do s**t bout it, this life we bout it (we bout it)This life we bout it (naw)You can't do s**t bout it, can't do s**t bout it (n***a)Ha ha, ay
