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