[Intro]

Sugarhill remix

Hell yes

[Verse 1: AZ]

At times I window watch out the Mariott

Zoning on owning co-ops, foreign drop top coupes and yachts

Guzzling straight shots of scotch

Formulating up plots to escape from 'Salem's Lot 'cause it's scorching hot

Making it hard trying to figure who's out to 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 us blacks be sitting in Coxsackie

But never me, see my destiny's to be forever free

In ecstacy on a hill—that awaits for me

So plush, just to visualize is like a coke rush

Vivid enough to make living this a must, plus this is real

[Hook: Miss Jones]

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

(Sugar Hill baby, Sugar Hill baby)

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

(Pour (?) and lets count this money)

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

[AZ in background]

Ayo son, pull the shades down and let's count this money

Put the Grants in the safe, cause we spending the Jackson's

The Washington's go to wifey, you know how we do

[Verse 2: AZ]

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubber bands

I'm a recovered man, our plan's to 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 want a villa in a Costa Rica

So I can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed to treat ya

Laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid

Wearing the finest fabrics tailors ever made

Me and my team, Caribbean cuisine

I guess being down for so long I'm all in store to see my dreams

[Hook: Miss Jones]

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

(Sugar Hill baby, Sugar Hill baby)

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

(Pour (?) and lets count this money)

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

[Verse 3: AZ]

So until I see past the green pasture, me being supreme master

Ain't much more life to fiend after, but another chapter

A new way of life to adapt to 'cause these streets'll gas ya'

And have ya' caught up in the rapture

Déjà vu, I could vision my killa crew more hospitable

Consciously aware plus political

'Cause though they claim that every man's created equal

Us as native people find it harder for nights to sleep through

But once established we eating lovely, living lavish

Like the house of Versailles, Paris—I gotta have this

It's so plush, just to visualize is like a coke rush

Vivid enough, to make living this a must, plus this is real

[Hook]

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

(Sugar Hill baby, Sugar Hill baby)

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby

(Pour (?) and lets count this money)

I wanna chill on Sugar Hill baby