Lyrics:
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
Killawatt Candy
Written by: Tim Lynch
Candy
Would you be mine
Candy
I gotta find some (Chorus)
Candy
Would you be mine
Candy
Why can't I find no
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
I call the crib they say, "Breeze you ain't know?"
I say, "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo"
I said, "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
to set a bag of chocolate chips
To bet on even my candy bars to win
And awe man, as I choose this last candy bar
I can actually beat all men
Because with
candy paint ride
Knocking things loose man it's so loud
What it won't do got them all eyes
Let it roll through with the speakers up loud
And windows
not trust em
Got chains on my wallet
Been cross the border
With shit strapped up on me
To strengthen my pockets
Right by the border
Shit that's where I
for you What's made visible
By a low-cut neckline
In this silky dress
Slide over it
This' all you get
Slide over it
This' all you get
This' all you
{*sampled singer singing "Be a man"
and "bad situation man" throughout the song*}
[RZA]
Yeah it's Bobby Digital
Just floatin' over +The City+
Back it up on me just a little bit
I’m sipping on my drink got the brandy
Back it up on me just a little bit
And I got a sweet view of you eye candy
Eighty-fo's (eighty-fo's) candy paint (candy paint)
Switchin' lanes (switchin' lanes) sippin' drank (sippin' drank)
It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me,
man, nine cops, two dogs and a battering ram
"We got a warrant you cunts better open fast" I jumped up and dacked grams in the crack of my ass
But
a warrant it’s outstanding (yeah)
I went from trapping and the scamming (yeah)
Man I serve a bitch mammi (yeah)
I’m serving students on campus (yeah)
I’m up
Uh
It was stomach aches, heart breaks
Warrants off the missed court dates
Diamonds in my mouth look like some sorbet
And we keep that ACP that's for
my candy baby
You was my candy
I had you right by me
You was my candy baby
You was my candy
I had you right by me yeah
Wetin happen for the matter
Baby
You was my candy
I had you right by me
You was my candy
Baby
You was my candy
I had you right by me
Yeah
Wetin happen for the matter
For the matter
chill (man)
You either play this shit perfect or you go to jail
From hopin' I ain't got no warrants to Florence, Italy tourin'
Machine and the King,
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
their cortisol because they were paid by the white man to distort us
The moment we were born was never for us
Their Beamer ride through hoods like tour
Would you buy candy or a candy store? (A candy store)
What is the goal to be? (Independent)
If you lost everything tonight
What you got tomorrow
baby
Know I'm tal'n bout, candy coated still putting it down
Still swanging and banging ha, boys gon feel us man
Boys gon feel us,
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