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AZ - Hip Hop Soul Party, Volume 2 - Sugar Hill (remix)
Hip Hop Soul Party, Volume 2
Disc 1
01. Intro
02. C’est moi qui paie
03. Sugar Hill (remix)
04. Ice Cream
05. Toi même tu sais
06. Broken Language
07. Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz
08. Real Hip Hop
09. MC’s Act Like They Don’t Like
10. Get Money
11. Cold World
12. Style gratuit
13. Wooh Ah
14. How High
15. Shimmy Shimmy Ya
16. Protect Ya Neck
17. I Got 5 on It
18. Le Choix des armes
Disc 2
01. Introduction : Lady (remix)
02. Freekin’ You (remix)
03. I Miss You
04. We Got It
05. Reminisce
06. Curiosity
07. Tell Me (remix)
08. I Love You
09. H Groove
10. Everyday & Every Night (remix)
11. Tell Me What You Like
12. Candy Rain
13. Dirty B Side
14. U Blown My Mind
15. Party Get on Down
16. Paris a le Blues (Dee Nasty’ remix)
Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on
Bubbly)

At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
Formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its scorching hot,
Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
Kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they
Snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but
Never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill
That awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
Vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real

CHORUS
First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)
Second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money
Put the grants in the safe, cuz we spending the jacksons, the
Washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a
Recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me
Seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't
Promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing
The finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
Forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my
Dreams
Chorus
So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't
Much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to
Adap ta, cuz these streets a gas ya, and have ya caught up in the rapture
De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously
Aware plus political, cuz though they claim that every man created equal
Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,
But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
I gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
Vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real

Chorus 3x
Ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
Its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
Sugar Hill