Besedila:
Sugar Ray Bring Me The Head Of

want, you can take away the music Suckers on my jock got me itchin like a flea pack Push the button - yeah, bring the beat back So I can keep your heads

your belly But I'm with Del Ray So funk don't fade me Let me hit it man You're finna kick the can (Sugar) Come on, bitch, man You're getting ready to

the ninth My a-alike'll get hype for me, bring your gun upstairs for me And tell the cops I don't live here when they lookin for me [Ray J] Mama I told

Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat And there was no one better qualified to cry awhile, cry awhile Not quite like Mr Johnny Ray Mmm Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat Sugar