The Stingo against all odds

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the Stingo of a town called Sugarland.

In north Manchester born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin some football outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood.

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Tromsø'. I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suit case and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

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First class, yo this is bad. Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Tromsø living like? Hmm this might be alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that. Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?

I don't think so. I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the Stingo of Sugarland. Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here, I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said Sugarland and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Tromsø'.

I pulled up to the house about seven or eigth and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later', I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there.

To sit on my throne as the Stingo of Sugarland.