Lyrics Just Like Candy - 8 Ball, MJG

Just Like Candy

I’m creepin low in a flip, flop drop
top Stang, leanin to the left, gold dadens on them thang
I’m the MJG, pimp tight
put it to the floor, 5−0 swang a right
in a pina, butta, guts is a must
drivin in the shop, take a mile, grab em up paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine
make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
with my gas tank full, drank a boor
fall up in the park after dark try to pull
me a young, stout woman, sumpin pretty
nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties
as the sun goes down, I’m gettin dirty
fall up and press a word get cleaned in a hurry
in my 77 Chevy, ass tight
pull off cuttin rubber, disappearin in the night
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
10 o’clock in the morning, his A got up Chief and Haywood some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup
comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
havin starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes
as I strike, out the door, to my superb
parked by the curb, candy coated bird
the sun got my candy lookin good enough to eat
you can tell by the way the girls act across the street
hit the horn, but no stallin, keep ballin
4 o’clock sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
fall in full of them green trees
hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King
fools all in the way with that econo-spray
need to take a few classes, learn about Manassas
pressure got me beamed, I’m talkin on the phone
tellin Penny thats the way to do it, baby represent ya home
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy (It takes over me)
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
and in the summertime we got the whole block blind
some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin game
lying sayin he goin get the same thang
if you ain’t ridin wood, and leather, your ride ain’t hittin
a plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
got niggaz ridin round lookin like a junk yard
you need to pull a check, wheeler check, wheeler check
stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
see most of these new paint jobs they dont do but if it ain’t candy then the job ain’t true
Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese
it ain’t candy if it didn’t cost a couple of G’s
on your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
5th wheel on the grill like them playaz do in Texas
my folks gettin sideways in Vallejo
ballaz in Memphis slammin shut the Cadillac doors
full of ink so blinked I could fly
to a world where you have to roll candy or you die
descending, my mind goes back into reality
to some, having candy paint is just a fantasy
custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain
big Ball tellin you its all about the candy mane
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)