Just Like Candy

(Just like candy) candy, oh

(Just like candy) candy

(It's the same feeling) looks good to me

I'm creeping low in a flip, flop drop

Top 'Stang, leaning to the left, gold Dayton's on that thang

I'm the MJG, pimp tight

Put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right

And the peanut butta guts is a must

Drop it in the shop, take 'em out, wrap 'em up

And the ten clear coats to make it shine

Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times

With my gas tank full, drank a bull

Fall up in the park after dark try to pull

Me a young, stout woman, something pretty

Nice round hips, with them well-shaped titties

As the sun goes down, I'm getting dirty

Fall up in Pressure World, get cleaned in a hurry

In my seven-seven Chevy, ass tight

Pull off cutting rubber, disappearing in the night

(Just like candy) candy, oh baby, oh yeah

(Just like candy) mm

(It's the same feeling)

Ten o'clock in the morning, as 8 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 Nike's

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 stalling, keep balling

Four 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 Econ-spray

Need to take a few classes, learn about molasses

Pressure got me beamed, I'm talkin' on the phone

Telling Penny that's the way to do it, baby, represent ya home

(Just like candy) candy

It takes over me

(Just like candy)

Same thing tastes so good

(It's the same feeling) yeah-yeah-yeah

My candy-coated paint will bring flavors to your mind

And in the summertime we got the whole block blind

Some busta in a primed out Pinto popping game

Lying saying he go and get the same thing

If you ain't riding wood, and leather, your ride ain't hitting

A plain dashboard, crushed velvet got you itching

$99.95, thirty-day paint jobs

Got **** riding round looking like a junkyard

You need to put a check with a check, with a check

Stack up on your grip, get your 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 ballers, 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 and the grill like them players do in Texas

My folks getting sideways in Vallejo

Ballers in Memphis, slamming 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 wood grain

Big Ball telling you it's all about the candy mane

(Just like candy) hey, no

(Just like candy) look alright, feels so tight

(It's the same feeling)yeah-yeah

(Just like candy) woo feel

(Just like candy) candy

(It's the same feeling)whoa, oh yeah

(Just like candy, candy) candy