* Maybe the greatest "might have been" MCs in hip hop. I cannot explain why AZ never ascended to the upper echelon of hip hop. His flow and lyrics were pretty much only rivaled by Nas himself at his peak. The ONLY complaint I ever heard was if possible AZ was TOO LYRICAL for the general audience. Love this record (he use Juicy BEFORE Biggie) and wanted to crush Miss Jones!!!
[Hook]
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 window watch out the Mariott, 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
Déjà vu, 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, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush
Vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plus 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
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[Hook]
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 window watch out the Mariott, 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
Déjà vu, 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, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush
Vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plus 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
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Reminds me of riding on the train in high school & those cold ass winters of '93-'96. Miss Jones fell way the hell off.
