
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Song language: English
Candy Man |
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 |
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Yakety-Yak | 2006 |
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Money Honey (April 1958) | 2006 |
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