Sugar Cane - T.I.



     
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Sugar Cane Lyrics


Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga 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 nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All 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 night
All 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 night
All 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 yay

All 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's
Anybody want it tell 'em pull up on me at the sto'
(Pull up on my nigga) .45 in my jeans, super clean
You ain't never seen a nigga like this
(Never never never never) Sun shinin on my wrist
Couple dimes in the whip, give a damn 'bout a bitch
(Fuck a bitch) Huh, but I will take yours if I wanna
You a sucka, you ain't gon' do shit
(Ol' puss-y nigga) But just run yo' mouth
Be in front of yo' house with them goons, bet you won't come out
(Where he at?) And you a scary ass nigga
Hold these, your homeboy to the Fed ass nigga
(What kind of nigga is that?) Hey, I'm certified, better recognize
'Fore you end up a dead ass nigga
I got a check, you can tell how my neck is shinin
Tell 'emCharms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga 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 nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All 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 night
All 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 night
All 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 yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)This life we live we do not care
If you at your momma house we'll have a shootout there
Hey, ain't gon' be no playin with the crew out there
Them animals on the loose and it's a zoo out there
Out here rollin where you at, we'll move out there
Network in no time, get a few out there
I got the chopper at the do', "Shawty who out there?
Aight, get your fuckin brain blew out now!"
Now I ain't playin where I stay, to take a life ain't shit
Get murked for a brick if your wife ain't shit
Bankrolls are us, we'll buy that shit
I keep it on me homie, rob and I will try that shit
Man you can ask about Tip on Simpson Road
We was ridin in the city; really gettin busy
Now a nigga wanna kick it like some thugs in the city
When they really wasn't sellin any drugs in the city
For realCharms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga 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 nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All 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 night
All 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 night
All 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 yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)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 door
You're not from here, do not go throughI told you this (I told y'all nigga)
Shawty this as real as it get
How many times I done showed you this? (How many times I done showed?)
In the trap run a chick through the roof right now
I can show you this (I see it real right now)
Pick the rap with your bitch in the coupe right now
And I know you pissed (you could get it right now)
How many times I done told you this? (FUCK nigga!)
This life we 'bout it (we 'bout it)
This life we 'bout it (we, we, naw nigga)
You can't do shit 'bout it, this life we 'bout it (we 'bout it)
This life we 'bout it (naw)
You can't do shit 'bout it, can't do shit 'bout it (nigga)
Ha ha, ay

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. (born September 25, 1980 in Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia), better known by his stage name T.I., and also by his alter ego T.I.P., is a Grammy award winning American rapper, producer, actor, and co-CEO of Grand Hustle Records. In 2001 he released his debut solo album, I'm Serious through Arista Records. Since then he has released 2003's Trap Muzik, 2004's Urban Legend, 2006's King, 2007's T.I. vs. T.I.P, 2008's Paper Trail, and his latest CD No Mercy released December 7, 2010. In March 2009 he was sentenced to one year and one day in prison and ordered to pay a $100,300 fine for felony weapons charges. When released from prison, he will be subject to an audit of his finances, drug counseling, DNA testing, random searches of his property and will not be able to own firearms.

As of October 2008, T.I. has had nine Top 10 Billboard Hot 100 singles, with 3 of them reaching number 1 ("My Love" by Justin Timberlake on which T.I. was featured, "Whatever You Like," & "Live Your Life" featuring Rihanna).

The Love This Life Songfacts reports that Love This Life, the first official single from T.I.'s eighth album, Trouble Man, was released on April 2, 2012 via YouTube.

T.I. is from Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. T.I. explained the origin of his nickname Rubber Band Man, saying, "We used to wear rubber bands to signify how much money, how much blow we had." He was nicknamed "Tip" after his paternal great-grandfather. Upon signing with Arista Records subsidiary LaFace Records in 2001, he shortened his name to T.I. out of respect for label mate Q-Tip.
T.I. has been in a relationship with former Xscape member Tameka "Tiny" Cottle since 2001. Together, they have two sons: King and Major Harris. He has three other children with ex-girlfriend Lashon Dixon: Domani, Messiah and Deyjah. Overall, T.I. has five children.

T.I. was co-executive producer of B.G.'s upcoming album and making beats for artists like Mariah Carey, Cassidy, Rick Ross, Maino, B.o.B., Yung Joc, Young Dro, and himself. He also executive produced the soundtrack to the film Hustle & Flow and released the collection through his record label.

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