I need a sweet can I smoke with you I need a sweet to get me right I need a sweet everyday and everynight [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I need a sweet
of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met Teachers taught us ?
we say "goddamn fucker" I think I shaked her and I thing I drug her Hubba, Hubba, Hubba Hubba, Hubba, Hubba I think I slammed her on the damn rugga I think I
help me out I need a sweet I really do I need a sweet to get me right I need a sweet everyday and everynight I need a sweet can I smoke a few [Verse
halle I know a place on the Boystown its trip Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons Down in Mexico where the girls just strip But me I'm a
