Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Candy, artist - Stan Getz. Date of issue: 31.12.1957
Song language: English
Candy |
| Now my candy, is so fresh so clean |
| I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene |
| In my candy, with ten coats sprayed tight |
| And that Northside royal blue is settin off the white |
| On my candy, sho' ain’t the average paint |
| You go to Ike tryin to buy it he gon’t tell ya ya cain’t |
| Have my candy, it’s like a one-of-a-kind |
| And you might have a painted slab but it ain’t pretty as mine |
| Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy |
| Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry |
| For my candy, sittin on nuttin but glass |
| Stoppin traffic on the freeway, when I fly past |
| In my candy, got no competition on the street |
| You can win a Dub car show and still can’t compete |
| With my candy, cause it’s the sweetest on the block |
| And I’m trill, workin the wheel, that’s why they all jockin |
| My candy~! |
| Candy, painted, drop top, El Do', riiiide |
| Now my candy, is sittin tall on them Vogues |
| It’s like an alarm clock, wakin up all the hoes |
| My candy, is wetter than high tide |
| And it’s lookin like I just had a blizzard inside |
| Of my candy, got mo' wood in it than a forest |
| One look’ll get you hooked like a motherfuckin chorus |
| My candy, drips an unerasable stain |
| It’s real magic, not like that motherfucker David Blaine |
| My candy, it got the woman on the front |
| And a Ph. D in showin niggas how to stunt |
| My candy, it got the fifth up on the back |
| And it’ll swang through your hood like it don’t know how to act |
| My candy, the 8th wonder of the world |
| Like floatin downstream when you’re starin at the swirls |
| My candy, ridin real trill, stayin true |
| And it’s a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw |
| My candy |
| Just like candy, it’s so sweet |
| Fadin niggas, on these streets |
| People watch as I ride by |
| In my candy, I’m gon' shine |
| Now my candy, is so smooth, so laid |
| And these boys can’t comprehend how the paint got sprayed |
| My candy, makin people stop drop and stare |
| Pull out any car you want to but it won’t compare |
| To my candy, it’s like a fo' wheel mirage |
| That’s too pretty to park, in a motherfuckin garage |
| My candy, it’s like a part of the fam' |
| So lose my friends or my ends I wouldn’t give a damn |
| But my candy, is an extension of me |
| So when you lookin at my car you lookin at Bun B |
| It’s my candy, player, throwed, fly |
| And you can’t fuck with it no matter how hard you try |
| My candy, the other level of the game |
| If you ask me again, bitch I’mma tell you the same |
| It’s my candy, yeah nigga mines not yearns |
| Long as I got syrup to sip, and Swishers to burn |
| In my candy |