| Yo, imagine- imagine the shit | 
| Drunk as hell and shit | 
| And you going into a fuckin bar and shit | 
| You stumbling over bitches and everything | 
| Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit | 
| Yeah, ayy, yeah-ahh | 
| C’mon, c’mon | 
| Ahh-hyah! | 
| I want all y’all people to feel what I feel | 
| See, my momma taught me this shit! | 
| And my daddy learned from my momma | 
| Which is good! | 
| Which is good-ahh! | 
| Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine | 
| Lookin' so good, like you know you should, yeah | 
| And I- ayy, yeah, love you down, down baby | 
| Oh my girlie, sweet my honey | 
| You look so good to me | 
| Love you down, all night long | 
| Yeah, yeah, ahh! | 
| Yeah, all night long | 
| Yeah, yeah, ahh, all night long, girl | 
| Sugar pie | 
| Sweet oh-my-oh-my there’s no lie | 
| I love you girl, love you, girl | 
| Love you sweet pie | 
| Yeah, yeah, ahh! | 
| Do you love me? | 
| Do you love me like this? | 
| (Do you love this, girl?) I know you love me | 
| I love you too! | 
| Ahh, ha, ha! | 
| (I'll let you know) I’m serious | 
| I need to know that | 
| I needs you to let me really know that | 
| I said I’m serious, very, very serious | 
| Aight, let’s go | 
| Yeah, all night long | 
| Yeah, yeah, ahh! | 
| Ahh, ha, ha, yeah | 
| It’s other groups that’s better than me like the Temptations | 
| And you other, groups | 
| From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta | 
| (This is dedicated to you) | 
| And you others, better than me | 
| Mrs. Jones, don’t feel disgraced baby | 
| Because I love your soul your got it together type thing | 
| Diana Ross | 
| (See, I don’t say these things for myself) | 
| Michael Jazzy-Jackson! | 
| (Please understand or something) | 
| No! | 
| I’m the baddest, hip-hop man, across the world! | 
| I don’t care, what you care, I just give, what you receive! |