Sugar Honey Iced Tea - Styles of Beyond

Shit

Shit

Yeah, they say we made it but don’t mix

Grenade pin banging Sammy Davis with no chips

Skully put the city in a slump, jump

Turn around, let me see the gritty giddy up

Bawitdaba, we change the game really

I’m a style from beyond, you lames can’t hang with me

When they throw it on makes you wanna fight in public

'Til they all start falling down like Michael Douglas

Yeah, wifey loves it, look at her head sway

Snapping that neck back, she calling me sensei

Rock Bangkok, caught a plane to Brisbane

All around the world I was laying my pimp game

Throwing FM up, Crown in a red cup

Put a few back watch you and your friend fuck

5'10″ with a slim frame and nice D’s

The OG, oo-ee, sugar honey iced tea

Yeah, yeah, sugar honey iced tea

She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea

And I ain’t saying she a tramp, but she might be

Out of your league yo, sugar honey iced tea

Uh, come on, sugar honey iced tea

She probably ain’t a day over nineteen

Watch how the hips sway in her tight jeans

She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea

Yo, break your back, breathe and stop

'Til your jeans rip and you feel a breeze on your crotch

Shake 'til you 'bout to faint and see spots

Dance floor like you in the Philippines, hot

Know what I mean, the machine is greasy

So the hits keep coming like my team in three-peat

Freshly dipped, who the tits we might be

The codename for shit, sugar honey iced tea

So that’s what it is yo, spinning my light speed

The sugar honey ice tea, clubbing the 19

Body pack the punch, getting drunk and touchy

With the long curly hair tucked up in the scrunchy

Yes, yes, keep checking and you’ll find me

Tappin' on the B’berry 7290

Step in the square, hands waving everywhere

But the chance of me and you girl would never be fair

Yeah, yeah, sugar honey iced tea

She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea

And I ain’t saying she a tramp, but she might be

Out of your league yo, sugar honey iced tea

Uh, come on, sugar honey iced tea

She probably ain’t a day over nineteen

Watch how the hips sway in her tight jeans

She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea

Hold up, let’s get a bottle of gold

You know the Warner Brother tab going outta control

Thought you had to go to church, now you climbing the pole

Like she working for dough, she don’t know that I’m broke

See the diamonds on my neck from my dog Shinod'

But you gotta hard hat like you mining for coal

So, fall back, put the bottle of Cris' down

I’ve had about enough shit, kick this bitch out

Not this one man, she’s kicking it with me

Slap the little access sticker on the jeans

Bring your twin fly to the main event

Turn a whole group of nines to a basic ten

And then take a sip, take a jingle and spit

Chewing on my ears speaking freaky lan-gu-ages

Now her hands in my pocket, where the money might be

Nice try sweetie pie, sugar honey iced tea

Yeah, yeah, sugar honey iced tea

She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea

And I ain’t saying she a tramp, but she might be

Out of your league yo, sugar honey iced tea

Uh, come on, sugar honey iced tea

She probably ain’t a day over nineteen

Watch how the hips sway in her tight jeans

She makes me say, sugar honey iced tea

Sugar honey iced tea

Sugar honey iced tea

Sugar honey iced tea

Sugar honey iced tea

Sugar honey iced tea