All the ladies checkin' out my sugalumps
They drive the ladies crazy

All these bitches checkin' out my britches
Put 'em in a trance when I wear track pants
My dungarees make them hungry
They're over the moon when I don pantaloons

My sugalumps are two of a kind
Sweet and white and highly refined
Honeys try all kinds of tomfoolery
To steal a feel of my family jewelery

My candy balls cause a cafuffle
The ladies, they hustle to ruffle my truffle
If you party with the party prince
You get two complimentary after dinner mints

Girls surround me when I'm standin' on the stoop
Givin' me gifts like free chicken soup
Book tokens, free chicken stoop
Standin' on the corner goin'

We see you girls checkin' out our trunks
We see you girls checkin' out the front of our trunks
We see you girls lookin' at our junk
Then checkin' out our rumps
Then back to our sugalumps

Chillin' in my store, doin' my thing
When in walks a guy with his dick in a sling
I'm like, "Holy shit, what happened to you?"
He said, "How much will you give me for the family jewels?"

I said, "Ten bucks", he said, "No way"
"Ten bucks and frisbee?", he said, "Okay"
And I took his sugalumps and put them up in a display
Sold them as hacky sacks later that day

All the ladies, they want a taste of my sugalumps
Sweet sugalumps
All the ladies, they want a taste of my sugalumps
Sweet sugalumps, yeah