SugarStack

Sugarstack
Written by: Bernal Ibarra


I've got somethin' that's sure hard not to do
I've got somethin', sure help me get along with you
You don't know,
You don't even know
About my sugar, sugar, sugar, sugarstack

When I get that feelin', I never let it pass me by
I'm stacked to the limit, so funky on my own supply
You don't know
I got myself a black cat bone
And I got my sugar, sugar, sugar, sugarstack

Never paid a nickel, never had to pay a cent
I've just got the funk yall, so call me the President
I got soul
I got the rock and roll
And I got my sugar, sugar, sugar, sugarstack

People!
Clap your hands
People!
Stomp your feet
C'mon, with me!
Make demands
C'mon with me!
Take back the street
People!
Clap your hands
People!
Stomp your feet
C'mon, with me!
Make demands
C'mon with me!
Take back the street
People!
Clap your hands
People, people, listen to me
I said hey. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sugarstack, my sugarstack, gimme my sugarstack