Just Like Candy

It's like candy (candy, ohhh) It's like candy (candy) It's the same feeling (looks good to me) I'm creepin' low in a flip, flop, drop, top 'Stang Leanin' to the left, gold Daytons on that thang I'm the M-J-G, pimp tight Put it to the flo', 5-0 swang a right And the peanut butter guts, is a must Drop it in the shop, take 'em out, wrap 'em up Paint it ten clear coats, to make it shine Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times Wit' my gas tank full, drank a bull Fall up in the park after dark try to pull Me a young, stout woman, somethin' pretty Nice round hips, wit' them well-shaped titties As the sun goes down, I'm gettin' dirty Fall up in Pressure World, get cleaned in a hurry In my '77 Chevy, ass tight Pull off, cuttin' rubber, disappearin' in the night It's like candy (candy, oh baby, oh yeah) It's like candy (mmmmm) It's the same feeling Ten o'clock in the mornin', as Eight got up Chiefin' hay with some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup Comb my hair, get my grill right, so I can feel tight Heavy starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes As I strike, out the do', to my superb Parked by the curb, candy-coated 'Burb 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' Fo' 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 molasses Pressure got me beamed, I'm talkin' on the phone Tellin' Penny that's the way to do it baby, represent ya home It's like candy (owwww, it takes over me) It's like candy (so good, so good) It's the same feeling (yeahee, yeahee, yeah-heah) My candy-coated paint will bring flavors to yo' mind And in the summertime it got the whole block blind Some busta in a primed down Pinto poppin' game Lyin' sayin' he gone go and get the same thang If you ain't ridin' wood, and leather, yo' ride ain't hittin' A plain dashboard, crushed velvet got you itchin' $99.95, 30-day paint jobs Got niggas ridin' round lookin' like a junkyard You need to put a check, wit' a check, wit' a check Stack up on your grip, get yo' shit sprayed wet See most of these new paint jobs they'll do But if it ain't candy then the job ain't true It's reserved for them ballas, who make that cheese It ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of Gs On your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus 5th wheel and the grill like them playas do in Texas My folks gettin' sideways in Vallejo Ballas in Memphis slammin' shorty 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 it's all about the candy mane It's like candy (heeeey) It's like candy (looks so right, feels so tight) It's the same feeling (yeaaaaahh) It's like candy (wooo-hooo) It's like candy (candy) It's the same feeling It's like candy (candy, candy)