Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Like Candy, artist - 8Ball. Date of issue: 28.07.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |