Freshmen - Sugar lyrics

[Intro] Girl: Sugar? Strategy: Nooo. You're- Stop doing that! You're doing that on purpose c'mon, just say it Freshmen(in background): 'Sugar!?' Girl: No, I-.. But like, JUST sugar? -Strategy & Freshmen laughing- Strategy: Yeah.. ICREW.. 2012.. CoastMusic [Verse 1: Strategy] On some real sh**, you critic's flies All that buzzin' to the max, get you minimized Kombatant to this rap, watch me finish lives I could eat these sweet beats all day, dessert's before dinner time OT-double-V's and bullet belts, snap my hat to the back Keep rockin' on my track's, like punks the new rap Got you losers pissed off, since I do-do rap Old school sound with a new school trap Who's that? ICREW now you know the movement On that Kick, push, kick, push coast type of music Smoke when I do it, but I wrote it sober stupid Dude it's nothin' like the other's claim, we're just the group to prove it Super fluent check my language, best english student I drop a new mix and make masters seek improvement Mr.Miyagi to the bars no karate B Bring the pain straight to the brain, mic lobotomies Strategies the last, handle words like typography Practically the craft, so me is all I gotta be OTG to the the top and we Those n***as that you hate, cause without props we do it properly Only d**h can stop the team New brand, new band, not the doors. Stop knockin' me!(All at once) [Hook: Strategy & Freshmen] It's the sugar (sugar) Sugar (sugar) I know rap's all about the talk, but all I hear is hype I blame the sugar (sugar) Sugar (sugar) A lot of rap is sweet and that's all the fan's eat It's the sugar, sugar (sugar) [Verse 2: Freshmen] This may sound kind of bitter, but only on this beat To make sure that it's not short n' sweet Isn't that sweet? But I'mma make it dirty, they ate that sh** raw, we call it sushi But it's not complete, unless I say ICREW in it But there, I did it Ok, I'm finished Stand alone in a crowd full of liars Handin' out real, I am the supplier I'm the best, who cares about your argument Don't call me mother f**er, might take it as a compliment You should be a stripper, from the way that you're poppin' lip I'm the only G, like I stole the f**in' consonant Pa**ive aggressive tendencies Tryna' get the best of me Don't play with fire, leave you burned to the third degree I bring the heat D. Wayde, Chris Bosh, King James Do I need more names? Already a star, I don't need more fame You landed on the moon, gonna need better aim All that bullsh** get you nowhere God's on my seat, til' I get there Haha.. [Hook] [Verse 3: Alex Obi] Fresh new beats Lyrics so sweet Bounce back heavy sh**, you can feel it in ya feet Steezin'... Skip these n***as beefin' On a good evenin' we smoke, steam Ya girl's sweet creamin' Aah! And goin' bland's a no go I sweetin' things up, like the old flow Instructin' these n***as, like I'm the old folks Cofusin' these hoes, thought I was new though Spittin' sugar sweeter than glucose We coast, music Sound smoother than a ghost movement Keep your sugar jar hidden, or you goin' lose it Tracks, that we master My girl like weed, so I pa** her My new girl chronic, I'm goin' hash her Blunt's stay fat, lastin' like napalm Station that you like, that's the station that we stay on Havin' sweet dreams, girl dancin' in a great thong My style so sticky, sticks to pans and baked on And I am in CREW Your eyes are in crew So we stay in view We ICREW, say goodbye to those nights that I knew We might be nice dudes, but this is what I do (All at once) I don't want sugar free Girl you just come with me I can take two or three She sweetened enough, so we can take it as she say it Uh! [Hook]